[Ouch, Rinwell. Coming out swinging with the truth. She's not wrong, but need it be said?

Apparently. Still, he keeps his smile, soft as it is.] I'm sure he can tell you better than I, but I do think he loves it.

[Alas for Rinwell, how wrong she is. What sort of bard would he be if he doesn't have a nose for stories? He tips his head. Putting it aside for the moment, he laughs.] Early to bed? I think it's a miracle if any of us make it there in the first place.

[Look, Ciri and Geralt are out at all times and barely sleep, and Jaskier, well. He wakes up in the middle of the night more often than not, and when the wine was a constant companion, it... sometimes the floor was a bed.]

Then you shall be tired of it by the time we leave. And between shows, I'd love to hear about these owls. Hootle's companions, perhaps?

[Before Abraxas he may have questioned how a girl came to have an owl for a companion. Now it's truly one of the least strange things he's come across.]