[ As loath as he is to admit it, Jaskier was right to drag him back to his room and let him nap. His head, at least, is less stuffed with straw. He's not eager to go back to occupying his corner of the cell. Can't be helped, though; he ignores the ever-increasing crowding he's been feeling, and finds a space between the beds where he has a modicum of solitude.
Geralt doesn't expect any other visitors. Nor does he want them, really. He's said all he wants to with Jaskier and Sam both. But when he spots a woman with dark hair and blue eyes peering between the bars, he can't help paying attention. Hard to say for sure -- the description Jaskier granted him could fit any handful of folk (quietly pretty and brunette only gets him so far) -- but her face is new to him. So. Hmm. Perhaps it is her.
In any case, it's enough for Geralt to take notice where he normally wouldn't bother. ]
belle.
Geralt doesn't expect any other visitors. Nor does he want them, really. He's said all he wants to with Jaskier and Sam both. But when he spots a woman with dark hair and blue eyes peering between the bars, he can't help paying attention. Hard to say for sure -- the description Jaskier granted him could fit any handful of folk (quietly pretty and brunette only gets him so far) -- but her face is new to him. So. Hmm. Perhaps it is her.
In any case, it's enough for Geralt to take notice where he normally wouldn't bother. ]
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