Geralt moves Jaskier and he can feel the shiver run through the musician's body when he puts his hands on him. He tries to avoid touching people in general unless it's absolutely necessary; he looks strong and is somehow even stronger than he looks, and that fact tends to make people uncomfortable. Jaskier even needs a moment, after Geralt has turned back to the fallen berries, to compose himself, probably after having the realization of how much strength Geralt has and what that strength could do.

It's fine; he's used to that kind of reaction. He knows what he looks like. Between his muscles and his strange hair and what could be charitably called a resting bitch face, it's not surprising that most normal people look at him and think he's a brute. It's not surprising that Jaskier does. It doesn't bother him.

After a few moments, Jaskier returns to his side to help pick up the berries, his ridiculous hat back in place on his head and voice calm again. He apologizes, which at least does a little to soothe the fact that Geralt's dusty and will probably have to pick at least one tick out of his hair at this rate. Geralt's skeptical about the excited to be here part, because who would really be that excited to go up a mountain with a weird horse man and do physical labor? But Geralt had-- something. Not wanted to do this alone, maybe. The past few years that he'd come up here, it had been with Ciri, and even if he does wish that she could be here with him now, Yen had wanted to take her on a trip. Who was he to deny her that?

"Hm."

Most of the berries are still fine and can go back in the basket. Jaskier will, if nothing else, at least get something out of this venture-- more berries than he'll likely know what to do with.

"Just be more careful. I don't want to have to drag you back down the mountain if you break an ankle."