[ He has. He is still not certain what they are. Spectres? No. They are something tangible. From another world. They spoke, they wore armour of a kind. And they knew of her. Daughter of Chaos.
He hangs the medallion up once the nail has been affixed. He tries not to think about what he has left behind back home. There is some guilt, lingering - not regret, because he knows what needs to be done, knows this is the best decision (isn't it?) - but it's not what he would've wanted had there been another way. There simply isn't. ]
You haven't felt them. [ It's both a question and yet not. ] Here, in this world. Not since we arrived.
[ Not even with her magic gone wrong that one time. It had drawn no real attention. Among the Summoned, it remains an incident that only he and Jaskier and Sam are aware of. He just...he wants to be sure. He wants to hear it from her, that she feels safer in this world than she has elsewhere. ]
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He hangs the medallion up once the nail has been affixed. He tries not to think about what he has left behind back home. There is some guilt, lingering - not regret, because he knows what needs to be done, knows this is the best decision (isn't it?) - but it's not what he would've wanted had there been another way. There simply isn't. ]
You haven't felt them. [ It's both a question and yet not. ] Here, in this world. Not since we arrived.
[ Not even with her magic gone wrong that one time. It had drawn no real attention. Among the Summoned, it remains an incident that only he and Jaskier and Sam are aware of. He just...he wants to be sure. He wants to hear it from her, that she feels safer in this world than she has elsewhere. ]