Jaskier wakes with a start, pulling away from Geralt until his injuries stop him. He puts a hand on Jaskier's chest to steady him and keep him from moving any further; he'll pull everything open if he's not careful, and then they'd be back at square one. He smells salt, sees the wet trails on Jaskier's cheeks. His voice has that wet, slightly congested tone of someone who has been crying.
A nightmare. It's a similar story with Ciri-- waking in the night with wet cheeks and frightened eyes from dreaming about the destruction that Nilfgaard can wreak. The second person that Geralt cares for who has been left in terror from them. Ciri, though, usually finds comfort in curling against Geralt's chest and letting him hold her until she stopped crying. She's a twelve year old girl, though, so would the same tactic even work with a grown man?
"Of course I'm all right," he says. Strange, for Jaskier to be worried about him after a nightmare. "It was just a dream."
He still reeks of fear and anxiety, though. Geralt sighs; if it works for a twelve year old girl, it may very well just work for Jaskier.
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A nightmare. It's a similar story with Ciri-- waking in the night with wet cheeks and frightened eyes from dreaming about the destruction that Nilfgaard can wreak. The second person that Geralt cares for who has been left in terror from them. Ciri, though, usually finds comfort in curling against Geralt's chest and letting him hold her until she stopped crying. She's a twelve year old girl, though, so would the same tactic even work with a grown man?
"Of course I'm all right," he says. Strange, for Jaskier to be worried about him after a nightmare. "It was just a dream."
He still reeks of fear and anxiety, though. Geralt sighs; if it works for a twelve year old girl, it may very well just work for Jaskier.
"Come here."