[ Julie being out and about in the real world is always a good sign. He knows she's spent her time mostly secluded in her room, and he's said nothing about it either way—just occasionally knocks to see if she wants company with her drinking or magic training. Takes the pencils she continues to offer. (They've been used for everything from writing to a makeshift vine trellis for Jaskier's plants.) At some point, he shows her the bed he made for Jaskier's pet gryphon. He has his own shit he's been drowning in a combination of excess productivity and liquor, so he's hardly one to talk. ]
Not yet. [ He sets his sword aside, next to his other blades: a dagger, a sheathed hunting knife. ] A few days.
[ An item or two he needs to take care of first, before he leaves. He shuffles over on the step in a silent invitation for her join him if she wants. His attention catches on the flower in her hand: wilted, crumbling.
He gestures at it with a question in his eyes: why the dead flower? ] If Jaskier sold you that, I can get your coin back.
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Not yet. [ He sets his sword aside, next to his other blades: a dagger, a sheathed hunting knife. ] A few days.
[ An item or two he needs to take care of first, before he leaves. He shuffles over on the step in a silent invitation for her join him if she wants. His attention catches on the flower in her hand: wilted, crumbling.
He gestures at it with a question in his eyes: why the dead flower? ] If Jaskier sold you that, I can get your coin back.