[He pops his head back up, meeting her smile with his own. It's not quite as bright as before, but it's enough to hold her again. One final time.] Of course.
[The lute dissolves in his arms. He's learning, over time, that clinging to those memories is doing him no favors.] Anyway, there's plenty of other beauties out there. There's no need to attach myself to one. It isn't what made me Jaskier.
[He gives her a short lesson, mostly the basics of music -- finding she knows enough that the start will be easier than most. A few lessons, over the weeks, until she sends him a message again -- so formal, she is! -- to wait at home for her. Well, lucky for her, it's not as if he goes out that much, anyway.]
I hope your surprise is another honey cake. I haven't stopped dreaming of the last one.
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[The lute dissolves in his arms. He's learning, over time, that clinging to those memories is doing him no favors.] Anyway, there's plenty of other beauties out there. There's no need to attach myself to one. It isn't what made me Jaskier.
[He gives her a short lesson, mostly the basics of music -- finding she knows enough that the start will be easier than most. A few lessons, over the weeks, until she sends him a message again -- so formal, she is! -- to wait at home for her. Well, lucky for her, it's not as if he goes out that much, anyway.]
I hope your surprise is another honey cake. I haven't stopped dreaming of the last one.