[Jaskier takes the reunion of man and bird with a soft little smile on his face. Despite the ridiculous shenanigans one had to participate in order to salvage the relationship between man and pigeon, he cannot help but be moved by a man who so dearly loves any of his muses so much. He is, of course, the only one who can understand such a deep, moving relationship.

Especially since Nicola seems rather pleased with her return. Jaskier is beginning to suspect she left only so she could return to such fanfare, to be reminded of what a beloved little thing she is.

It's not a bad idea. Jaskier has definitely done it once. Twice. Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Jaskier chokes. Why on earth did Sephiroth mention the cat? Gods, these men have no decorum!]

Ah, I'm sure the cat was admiring Nicola's wonderful plumage as the rest of us were. However, be reassured that said cat no longer stalks the city streets.

[He doesn't need to know it's still alive unless relevant. Besides, Jaskier is immediately distracted by the unearthing of what he knows very well are birds, but are clearly not real ones. However, the styling... the coloring! Mechanical little golems, truly crafted with an artist's hand. Jaskier carefully picks up the white one, cradling it in his hands.] My gods, Aleksander, did you craft these? They're absolutely incredible! I mean it! I've never seen such beautiful, darling creatures so lovingly rendered.

[Jaskier isn't even posturing anymore. Every word is genuine, his finger running over the bird's head as if to pet it. Its beak opens, chirping musical notes in the air in a tinny, unfamiliar sort of noise.

He almost cries.]