It’s cold outside. The warmth in here seems much more appealing.

. . . He doesn’t think that’s the best idea. It’s snowing. The bard might become a snow bard and then who will sing to annoy Lambert at dinner?

You will all be pleased to know, that the wind is no longer howling.

Looks like rain.

Although, it’s dark, so technically it looks like night.

That looks like Jaskier. Gently pats his shoulder.

She’s allowed okie ‘weather boy.’

. . What did he do?

He missed her too. Would she like a blanket?

Oh. What now?

. . Why would Jaskier do that? Who gave it to them?

Hm. Is she okay? As long as she’s okay, they can figure the rest out later.

We’ll take care of her until she’s better. Is there anything I can get to help?

That’s not exactly usual for her. Clearly something happened.

I’ll take care of her, I promise.

Thank you for telling me, I appreciate it. All that aside. . How’ve you been doing lately? Pick up anything good?

Hm. Sun’s out today.

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Eyebrow raise —.

Wrapping an arm around him. He’s not brooding.