[ That. It may be so. He doesn't know enough to draw conclusions either way. His mind backtracks, considering who he's met here that might be useful, might be a threat -- might be both. He's aware he's not...who she knew, back home, and that he doesn't know her, either. Not like that. Not in the way she would want, in the way that she'd so clearly hoped when she'd first laid eyes on him. But she's still important to him, if only because he'd made a promise to himself he hadn't been able to keep back then. And if what she's said is true, he might be all she has now, too.
So he doesn't argue when she says we. If she needs him along, then he'll make certain he is. ]
We. [ How he'll manage it is another story. Still, the tension grows by the day between the guards. Something is stirring, and he's willing to take advantage if the chance arises. The urgency of the situation has shifted. Where he'd largely only had himself to be concerned about, with Jaskier safer within the court, things have changed now. ]
I know it isn't as you expected. [ That he is not as she expected. He glances up at her. ] But you can trust me.
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So he doesn't argue when she says we. If she needs him along, then he'll make certain he is. ]
We. [ How he'll manage it is another story. Still, the tension grows by the day between the guards. Something is stirring, and he's willing to take advantage if the chance arises. The urgency of the situation has shifted. Where he'd largely only had himself to be concerned about, with Jaskier safer within the court, things have changed now. ]
I know it isn't as you expected. [ That he is not as she expected. He glances up at her. ] But you can trust me.