"Ah, a wandering soul, just like her daddy." His grin says he's definitely not talking about Duny. "Does she still look like a copy of Princess Pavetta?" And then a snort. "Of course I would! I bet you were stingy with the details too."
While this Geralt is way more open and talkative, Jaskier can't help the suspicion of him having kept some of the more embarrassing details for himself. And even if he hadn't, well-- he'd sing it anyway, of course. Because Cirilla deserves the better version of events, and that's obviously his own, no questions asked, thank you very much.
Will he ever get to sing it to the princess in his own world? Will she ever get to leave Cintra and the vigilant eyes of her grandmother? Will Destiny be kinder to her after the loss of her parents?
Hopefully that's one thing that stays true across all worlds. (Because you see, Jaskier does not know Cintra falls. Oops.)
As Jaskier finishes his bowl of stew, the rest of what Geralt said finally sinks in. With eyes filled with curiosity, he tilts his head at the witcher, sensing the potential for a story there.
"You don't winter at Kaer Morhen anymore?" He looks down at his bowl and realizes how that sounds. "I mean - I can see this obviously is a far better place to spend winter at. But your brothers join you here too? What about your old teacher?"
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While this Geralt is way more open and talkative, Jaskier can't help the suspicion of him having kept some of the more embarrassing details for himself. And even if he hadn't, well-- he'd sing it anyway, of course. Because Cirilla deserves the better version of events, and that's obviously his own, no questions asked, thank you very much.
Will he ever get to sing it to the princess in his own world? Will she ever get to leave Cintra and the vigilant eyes of her grandmother? Will Destiny be kinder to her after the loss of her parents?
Hopefully that's one thing that stays true across all worlds. (Because you see, Jaskier does not know Cintra falls. Oops.)
As Jaskier finishes his bowl of stew, the rest of what Geralt said finally sinks in. With eyes filled with curiosity, he tilts his head at the witcher, sensing the potential for a story there.
"You don't winter at Kaer Morhen anymore?" He looks down at his bowl and realizes how that sounds. "I mean - I can see this obviously is a far better place to spend winter at. But your brothers join you here too? What about your old teacher?"