[It's rather unnecessary of her, all this checking in -- he's very much able to take care of himself, thank you -- but it's Ciri and he's loathe to say much about it to her. Besides, he's glad to hear from someone. With everyone out of the house, the quiet has grown deafening.
He always responds, even if he's nursing a hangover. At least it doesn't translate in the writing. Much. Probably.
At least this time, Jaskier is staring at his open songbook, sucking ink out of a quill (it tastes hideous, by the way) when the words appear.]
Only if it's good news. [He's jesting. (Mostly.) But it's not the tone of bad news, either.] You've caught me at a good time. My place, or yours?
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He always responds, even if he's nursing a hangover. At least it doesn't translate in the writing. Much. Probably.
At least this time, Jaskier is staring at his open songbook, sucking ink out of a quill (it tastes hideous, by the way) when the words appear.]
Only if it's good news. [He's jesting. (Mostly.) But it's not the tone of bad news, either.] You've caught me at a good time. My place, or yours?