[ Geralt scoops Jaskier up into his arms as if he weighs nothing, which he most certainly does not, but it all simply adds to the intrigue of how the man's capable of such things. The two of them are an unlikely sort of pair, aren't they? Not that it surprises Thancred much — many would say the same of him and Urianger, he's sure.

That leaves him with Moglad as a sort of companion, who flutters near him as he endeavors to follow after Geralt at a decent pace. The fact that Geralt's still climbing faster than him, even while carrying someone, is almost insulting. Thancred's reaching a point where he's too tired to care; he just wants to reach the top. ]

We should have invited her. Worry not, I'll make certain to tell her all about it.

[ If she knows Geralt, she likely knows Jaskier too, and will derive some amusement from all this.

As Thancred continues to climb, his bootsteps become heavier, and he finds himself reaching out for the railing more often than he'd like. The other two are ahead of him, though, so it's fine. They likely won't notice. (He hopes.) ]

She has a way of lightening up even the darkest of moments. I'm sure you've noticed.

[ She's not called the Warrior of Light for nothing. ]