[ She had, in fact. She'd told him most of her life story, strangely detached, and Geralt had granted what was probably too detached of a response in return.
He looks up at the flowers and Jaskier's little awning and the fluffy gryphon yawning in the sun. It is a strange serenity. It feels incongruous given all that's happened, and yet. With Jaskier, he can't imagine it any other way.
His expression softens for a second. Then he huffs. ] Jaskier. There isn't a damn soul left to tell. Even the people across the continent know you opened a flower stall.
[ He saw Jaskier advertise his wares throughout the summit. In truth, he thinks if anyone could flit from territory to territory unhindered, perhaps Jaskier has a chance. Who would stop a bard with an armful of daisies? ]
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He looks up at the flowers and Jaskier's little awning and the fluffy gryphon yawning in the sun. It is a strange serenity. It feels incongruous given all that's happened, and yet. With Jaskier, he can't imagine it any other way.
His expression softens for a second. Then he huffs. ] Jaskier. There isn't a damn soul left to tell. Even the people across the continent know you opened a flower stall.
[ He saw Jaskier advertise his wares throughout the summit. In truth, he thinks if anyone could flit from territory to territory unhindered, perhaps Jaskier has a chance. Who would stop a bard with an armful of daisies? ]