Sleeping comes quicker than he expected. He's nervous at first, not knowing how Geralt would react. But once he senses he won't be pushed away, that this form of contact is welcome, then relaxing is incredibly easy. The witcher's presence is indeed very comforting - Jaskier feels safe and cared for, human contact being exactly what a touchy person like him needs to calm him down.

Now if only Geralt would pet his head... too tired to do something about it now, but next time he needs to be sure to put the witcher's fingers on his head before falling asleep. Whatever he wants, right?

Sadly, sleeping comes quick but doesn't stay calm. Emotionally exhausted as he is, the reality of his captivity comes back for more. In his nightmare, the Nilgaardian soldiers are half monsters, and they don't only hurt Jaskier, they hurt the people he loves too - somehow they have captured some of his Oxenfurt friends, and suddenly Princess Cirilla is in there too, and right after that Geralt also enters the picture. They thank him for providing the information they've been needing and that hurts worse than the blade that comes for his throat--

The hand on his shoulder wakes him up just as he's about to scream. He groans in pain instead when he suddenly pulls his sore body away from the monster hands... except they aren't monster hands. It's dark, but he'd recognize that broad silhouette anywhere.

"...Geralt?" He asks between pants, his heart racing and his scent reeking of fear. His cheeks are wet from tears and damn, for once he wishes the witcher's eyes weren't so good in the darkness. This is embarrassing to say the least. "You're alright."

A hint of relief in his voice, the nightmare still livid in his mind.