[ In his mind, there are simply no roads in between villages and towns that are safe. That's how it works in his world. You step out of a town's borders, there's a good chance you may be robbed or eaten. Possibly both. But then, he's equally been the person those travelling are afraid of passing by, so he's hardly one to talk.

He rolls his eyes a little. ] Have you not all accosted me enough in that damn tent?

[ He's not ever had his hair braided so often in his entire hundred years than he did in those three days. He also by and large distinctly let it happen and did not once attempt to undo anything that was done to him, but that's neither here nor there. ]

Besides, last time I allowed Jaskier to dress me, I was accused of looking particularly sad.

[ Was that over ten years ago? Yes. Will he forget it? No, he will not. ]