Hmm?

He wasn't going to─ nothing. It's nothing.

Maybe he changed.

Well, he will see. Jaskier's become much more quiet.

Nice of him, but no.

"No. Why does it matter?" He counters. Something had happened, but he'll be quiet about that.

"I for sure am." He mumbles, lowering his gaze. Yeah, he had changed drastically.

"You can't help with this, Geralt. No one can."

He sighs, brushing a hand down his face. ".. I have nightmares."

"Sometimes? I wish, I get them every night since.. weeks. It's so exhausting.."

"I would.. appreciate that."

#SeductiveSunday ?

He's cold, so damn cold.

The bard stands a good distance away, his brows knitted together in slight concern.

He thinks for a moment, before hands begin to dig through his bag ─ he did find a silver tin on the ground earlier.

;

Gently puts a blanket over his shoulders.

A subtle smile tugs on his lips, nodding his head briefly. "You're welcome. Better?"

Does anyone wanna share a bottle of wine with him? He has a second glass.