[ It is, Geralt thinks but does not point out, because Jaskier seemingly has the constitution of a child where these aggressive rides are concerned. He keeps it to himself, not out of courtesy but because there's plenty of time later to give Jaskier shit for the incident. He's patient. He can pace himself.
His brows wrinkle a hint over elephant ears. ] You eat only the ears?
[ He's never...encountered an elephant in person. He's only seen drawings, from the faraway lands of Ofir. He doesn't linger on it long—between stick corn and elephants, he's willing to accept without too many questions whatever it is they hand him—and follows Julie towards the meal she has deemed ideal for him to try.
He does keep one eye on Jaskier. Just in case the bard has another delayed fainting spell within him. ]
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His brows wrinkle a hint over elephant ears. ] You eat only the ears?
[ He's never...encountered an elephant in person. He's only seen drawings, from the faraway lands of Ofir. He doesn't linger on it long—between stick corn and elephants, he's willing to accept without too many questions whatever it is they hand him—and follows Julie towards the meal she has deemed ideal for him to try.
He does keep one eye on Jaskier. Just in case the bard has another delayed fainting spell within him. ]