Things that Geralt is not prepared for-- an uncoordinated otter to come barreling through the underbrush, then promptly trip and fall with his entire weight onto Geralt's chest. If he had been able to anticipate him or had better footing, he would've been able to catch him, but he's caught unprepared and Jaskier's weight takes him to the ground. It isn't exactly a pretty landing, either, Geralt lands hard and has another body right on top of him. For a few seconds, he's sucking wind, all of the breath knocked out of his lungs.

Oops, Jaskier says, like this is all just a harmless little accident and Geralt isn't going to have a goose egg on the back of his head. Meanwhile, his face is right between Geralt's tits and his hands are getting a little fresh with his torso. Most people would get off after falling on someone, but not Jaskier-- apparently, he takes the opportunity to get a good feel of people's abs. Well, too bad for him, there are no soft curves or big breasts for him to feel up, just hard muscle.

Geralt grabs the musician by the back of the collar of his shirt and pulls him off, since he seems a bit disinclined to do it himself.

"Jaskier," he says, his voice dipping into that nearly growling range that usually sends folks running in the opposite direction. "Stay on the path if you're just going to fall all over yourself."

Then he gets up and retrieves the fallen basket, trying to salvage as much of the berries as possible.