[Jaskier attempts to steady himself as he listens, swallowing the acrid taste of bile, telling himself in his head that this is not real, none of it is, and you are not physically here to lose your lunch. Not at the feeling of his blood, the smell of his insides, or the pain that shot through him as solidly as that djinn's magic wrecked its way through his body.
The bard shakes his head.]
I know. [He reaches up, jerking Geralt's arm down. The least the Witcher can do is help him up. (And because he does not entirely trust himself to stand on his own.) He grips Geralt's grubby mitt tightly, head swirling about.
Envisioned a death. Of course he has has lingering thoughts and nightmares of what happened that night, but his mind had saved him from so intimate a rendering of what may have happened if the shield had not appeared. If his people had left him to --
Bile, in his mouth. He swallows. Moglad, chasing him away from Bleobheris. You're wrong, Master Jaskier. Even his own knight turning against him like the way a town casts out the plague-ridden.]
I'm all right. [Maybe. Probably.] Once or twice? Were you cursed somehow?
[Were you cursed? Jaskier swallows the truth he is beginning to fear as thickly as bile and blood. An omission is not a lie. Not in the least.]
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The bard shakes his head.]
I know. [He reaches up, jerking Geralt's arm down. The least the Witcher can do is help him up. (And because he does not entirely trust himself to stand on his own.) He grips Geralt's grubby mitt tightly, head swirling about.
Envisioned a death. Of course he has has lingering thoughts and nightmares of what happened that night, but his mind had saved him from so intimate a rendering of what may have happened if the shield had not appeared. If his people had left him to --
Bile, in his mouth. He swallows. Moglad, chasing him away from Bleobheris. You're wrong, Master Jaskier. Even his own knight turning against him like the way a town casts out the plague-ridden.]
I'm all right. [Maybe. Probably.] Once or twice? Were you cursed somehow?
[Were you cursed? Jaskier swallows the truth he is beginning to fear as thickly as bile and blood. An omission is not a lie. Not in the least.]