[ In the time he's returned to the dungeon, there's one extra bed (released, apparently, and given she's only a girl that's no surprise) and a quiet that settles in the air. His thoughts still linger on his conversation with Jaskier more than anything. For all that was resolved, he's ended with more questions than answers.
His visitor will at least find him looking marginally less like shit, with his hair tied back from a cord he's finally managed to take from Jaskier's room and the blood cleaned from his hands. He's not settled on the bed, though. Instead, he's on the floor, and while his eyes are shut, the way they carefully open and glide in her direction when she speaks up suggests he wasn't sleeping.
There's a stretch of time while he takes her in. He blinks once, slow. Then he looks away again. ]
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His visitor will at least find him looking marginally less like shit, with his hair tied back from a cord he's finally managed to take from Jaskier's room and the blood cleaned from his hands. He's not settled on the bed, though. Instead, he's on the floor, and while his eyes are shut, the way they carefully open and glide in her direction when she speaks up suggests he wasn't sleeping.
There's a stretch of time while he takes her in. He blinks once, slow. Then he looks away again. ]
You can ask. [ No answers promised. ]