New Geralt is... still holding his hand. Well, that's a thing now, he supposes. Jaskier is relaxing back into the conversation, but that doesn't mean he stops being aware of their little link. Is it weird? Kinda. Does it bother him? It's hard to tell - he wants to say no, part of him is definitely delighted by this little gesture of affection and basks in it. The other part is still a mix of emotions that can't separate this place from home.

One thing is true though, Jaskier does love gossip, especially when it's witcher related and it goes beyond witchers suck. So he brings the chair closer to the table and rests his chin on his free hand, ears ready for new stories about--

"A sorceress." He says with a raised eyebrow and a snort. "And he trailed after her. I'm sensing a pattern here."

Except this story he likes way better. Love found in the battlefield, a mighty witcher saved by a powerful ally - it would make an amazing song. If Dandelion truly is so much like himself, though, he's probably already covered it. Kaer Morhen was besieged is a detail to remember, however, when he returns home.

When? If. ...right?

He shouldn't be thinking about that.

"I'm glad to hear he's doing better too. Does that also apply to you, though, I must wonder?" He can't help but tease - it's so easy to fall in old habits when it comes to those golden eyes that watch him. The mixed emotions can't stop that. "Geralt was never less of a prick after visiting a brothel."