[Hector is not exactly wrong with that line of thinking, considering he even keeps a peacock in the Horizon now. And it is a very peacock-blue. Very handsome creatures, peacocks. A wonder Jaskier doesn't create them as his bird of choice. (Handsome, but sort of useless.)]

And this is where I say, ah, but Hector, I'm the lucky one.

[He steals a kiss from his cheek, holding his hand. It's good to see him. It always is, but out here. Away from Cadens. He has nothing against the city, but he has always moved about. And in any other circumstance, he would be attempting to pull Hector around with him. Traveling, seeing things, collecting stories. Perhaps watching him work on any strays they may find.

Convincing him to not bring back Geralt's latest kill.]

Ah, my standards are higher than ever, believe me! You just happen to exceed them. Though, I'll have you know, having mirrors about is much nicer than having to gaze into the occasional pool of water.

[Hello, he's very medieval.]