[Jaskier watches her as he sits back to listen. Finally! A story! And he listens with rapt attention, because if a love story is not one of the most interesting, than nothing can possibly be.

Were they soulmates? Hatred to love is a fine road to walk, and a fascinating one.]

You know, where I come from, oftentimes real attraction grows out of something as basic as hate. [Jaskier gives her a smile. He only met the woman once or twice, but he could see the very obvious clash of their personalities. Fire and ice, if he dipped into cliche.] I don't think it's that strange at all. But there's nothing saying you need more than one. I don't believe in soulmates, particularly, but... souls often do bind together in the strangest ways.