Oh. Once the door opens, it's quite clear that she's already been spending the night doing more than studying. The almost sour smell of the herb, and the sweeter of wine -- or that might just be rum still on his tongue, which he can't say is a terrible mix quite yet.

"You know, I find it rather encouraging for both of us that we are able to relax, in some form, with the walking dead stumbling around town," he comments, following her inside. He makes a movement as if he's going to take off his coat and hang it, merely muscle memory, and ends up only patting over his shirt with one hand, still bejeweled with rings (new, slightly garish ones, if Nadine would notice.) "Last time I was an utter wreck, and almost died, but -- oh, I did save a man's life. That was encouraging."

It is very much not out of the ordinary for Jaskier to begin pattering about anything that comes to mind, and as the week upon which the anniversary of their meeting falls, it is even easier for his mind to linger on last year's Eiftide.

He leans in to give her an embrace, nudging a horn gently with his nose. "It sounds like you simply do not want to work; a feeling which I fully endorse. Then, perhaps, we should do something fun instead."