As if Jaskier gives time for Geralt to react; he already knows quite well that Geralt will remain rather quiet, and will have that awfully annoyed-but-fond expression on his face.
Ah. The pool does answer some questions. Several of them, in fact, in such a short answer -- and though he burns with thousands more, he is, truly, only so glad to see her in the first place. Their home has always been comfortable, he likes to think, but they lost so much warmth when she was... gone. When they had to accept that Rinwell was out of their reach.
And now she is back. In some ways, he knows it is awful. Being free (or truly feeling free) and then returning. A second kidnapping. Perhaps further tortures. And to rejoin this world as war marches ever closer...
He does not dwell on those thoughts. It is her face, the quiet in her tone, that he focuses on. "What's this? Has Geralt driven you to be so somber already? We should be already planning a party, not talking about our feelings!" As if Jaskier misses a chance to throw one. But carefully, he releases her and moves his pots out of the way so they are no longer such a danger, though several of them wiggle and wave as if greeting the return of the girl as well. "Though, if I'm honest, I think we are doing... you know, all right. Some things have happened as of late, that are -- well, not to be discussed in so otherwise a happy occasion. Do you want to see your nook? We'll have to clear a bit out, but --" He gasps. "Geralt, we'll need to get her a horse again! You still remember mostly how to ride, don't you?"
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Ah. The pool does answer some questions. Several of them, in fact, in such a short answer -- and though he burns with thousands more, he is, truly, only so glad to see her in the first place. Their home has always been comfortable, he likes to think, but they lost so much warmth when she was... gone. When they had to accept that Rinwell was out of their reach.
And now she is back. In some ways, he knows it is awful. Being free (or truly feeling free) and then returning. A second kidnapping. Perhaps further tortures. And to rejoin this world as war marches ever closer...
He does not dwell on those thoughts. It is her face, the quiet in her tone, that he focuses on. "What's this? Has Geralt driven you to be so somber already? We should be already planning a party, not talking about our feelings!" As if Jaskier misses a chance to throw one. But carefully, he releases her and moves his pots out of the way so they are no longer such a danger, though several of them wiggle and wave as if greeting the return of the girl as well. "Though, if I'm honest, I think we are doing... you know, all right. Some things have happened as of late, that are -- well, not to be discussed in so otherwise a happy occasion. Do you want to see your nook? We'll have to clear a bit out, but --" He gasps. "Geralt, we'll need to get her a horse again! You still remember mostly how to ride, don't you?"