[ He grunts in answer, too busy reorienting himself to say anything else. He is fine. He just needs a moment.
He does sit up, one arm propped on the side of the tub. ]
No. [ No. He's all right. He takes Jaskier's arm with a firmer grip—one meant to let Jaskier know he's steady. It isn't ever over, he thinks, but. He'd hoped that was all for them tonight. Not that...the memories were anything terrible. Not really. His head just hurts like fuck. And he needs time to—
Think.
He looks up at Jaskier, searching his gaze. ] You were helping the elves.
[ He doesn't ask why Jaskier didn't tell him. Whether it was deliberate or a reason to say it simply never arose, it isn't important. He thinks he understands either way. ]
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He does sit up, one arm propped on the side of the tub. ]
No. [ No. He's all right. He takes Jaskier's arm with a firmer grip—one meant to let Jaskier know he's steady. It isn't ever over, he thinks, but. He'd hoped that was all for them tonight. Not that...the memories were anything terrible. Not really. His head just hurts like fuck. And he needs time to—
Think.
He looks up at Jaskier, searching his gaze. ] You were helping the elves.
[ He doesn't ask why Jaskier didn't tell him. Whether it was deliberate or a reason to say it simply never arose, it isn't important. He thinks he understands either way. ]