For someone who barely takes a breath when he talks, Jaskier manages to be silent during the story, his legs folded underneath him, playing the lute as if to give the tale a bit of background spice. Or, at least, to appear as if he was still here to entertain... or to practice.

It takes a bit of mental finagling, separating realm from star. To Jaskier, the concepts would be the same, seeing as they barely understand stars themselves. Stars are untouchable, often explained by faith as spirits, and others as -- well, as something to guide one's way through the sky.

This sundering, though -- how curious. It does not reflect what Jaskier has been taught, but is almost its direct opposite. Instead of the Conjunction, it is the Sundering... separation instead of the worlds crashing together.

At the end of it, he's not even sure what to make of it. His fingers have tangled a few times, the notes sharp. "Ah," is what he falls upon at first, because that sort of runs a bit too closely to what he was afraid of -- more cataclysms. Apparently everyone is always on the edge of a bloody cataclysm. No matter what the sphere.

After a moment, he adds, "So you're being harassed by a few gods who can't cope?" That's definitely what he gets from this. Well, fuck it. What's a god when you've made a few friends with inter-plane sorcerers?

Wait a moment. "Wait. Er. You're saying Himeka is... is some sort of a hero? Where she comes from?"

That...

Huh.