[Jaskier waves a hand, then pats Jayce's substantial leg (oh, that's very firm, isn't it?) without care. It was the opposite of easy, but he has survived, as many on the Continent do, because that is what his people have learned to do. Survive. Survive cataclysm, survive the Conjunction, and survive each other.

Jaskier hums with amusement, but given his penchant for delving into anything that gives him pleasure, at the moment, he soaks in the compliment.]

I know. But thank you for saying it. I never get tired of it. [He leans over and kisses Jayce on the cheek, and whether it's because of the wine on his lips or the flattery, is left unsaid.] You and Viktor will thrive if you keep that blind, obstinate optimism of yours. I do hope you do. It's a breath of fresh air in the midst of most company.