[ It's as charming a little creature as ever. Rhy graces Moglad with a patient smile and a nod, thanking the tiny winged friend for his efforts and promising to wait. (Has he always had an appropriately tiny sword?)

Following Moglad's flight up with his eyes, Rhy sees Jaskier stick his head out the window shortly after, and is hit at once with joy and anxiety all wrapped together, making his fingers tighten on the package even as he smiles. It's not a fake smile, per so-- but he is well practiced, and it happens automatically. It fades into a more genuine expression of relief when Jaskier pulls him into an embrace, which Rhy melts into almost instantly. ]

I've been-- all right. Sort of. [ He pauses, knowing it's also sort of a lie, shakes his head and shrugs. ]

As much as any of us. But the nightmares have faded now. I hope.

[ Oh. The box. Rhy pulls back just enough to hand it to him. ]

Just something small I made. Frivolous, really. But perhaps it'll be of some interest to you.

Couriers aren't taking many trips beyond the borders, these days. So I thought I'd bring it here.