Jaskier's expression drops a little, a shake to his head.]
My condolences, then, for your separation. I'm not sure if that's simpler or not, really. Having them here. [He strums, a little ditty about Geralt on the tip of his tongue. He's never concerned himself much with the Witcher's wellbeing -- of course he can take care of himself -- and Jaskier has always had plenty to occupy his thoughts otherwise.
Now it feels he's always thinking of him. Mostly wondering if he's been hurt. Killed. And Jaskier wouldn't know. This wasn't like his winter trips to the mountains. It was...
no subject
Jaskier's expression drops a little, a shake to his head.]
My condolences, then, for your separation. I'm not sure if that's simpler or not, really. Having them here. [He strums, a little ditty about Geralt on the tip of his tongue. He's never concerned himself much with the Witcher's wellbeing -- of course he can take care of himself -- and Jaskier has always had plenty to occupy his thoughts otherwise.
Now it feels he's always thinking of him. Mostly wondering if he's been hurt. Killed. And Jaskier wouldn't know. This wasn't like his winter trips to the mountains. It was...
Much more fucked up.] A friend? A lover?