Geralt hadn't intended on embarrassing Jaskier, but the sour scent of it creeps in on what had previously been light and happy. He'd been just as surprised about the coin revelation as the bard-- he hadn't known that Jaskier had taken the coin with him, he'd thought that he'd just dropped it on the table to pay for his drink and left. Probably doesn't sound as good in a ballad, though, if you have to say that you stole a coin from a tavern in an unfortunate misunderstanding rather than that the White Wolf left you his last coin.
Ultimately, though, it probably doesn't matter. It hadn't taken too long for the bard to start to worm his way into Geralt's life, for the witcher to start sharing his things with him. It had barely been two nights on the road before Jaskier's supplies of stale bread from Posada had dried up and he'd been left with nothing to eat, and Geralt had shared his dinner with him so that the foolish boy wouldn't starve. He would, without a doubt, give his last coin to Jaskier if he needed it, though the bard isn't usually the one without funds these days. It'd be more likely to be the other way around, with Jaskier spending the last of his coin to make sure that Geralt has sturdy armor and sharp swords and a potion bag full of his necessary herbs. At some point in the many years that they'd traveled together, Jaskier had gone from being his charge to his keeper, and even now he isn't sure how that switch came about.
He could have left him behind at any point and resumed his independence, but didn't, not for any more than a winter season-- except for one time on a mountaintop. There won't be any repeats of that.
Jaskier taps his shoulder and tells him to dunk his head, and Geralt does as he's told; leans forward to plunge his entire head in the bath, rubbing his fingers roughly through his hair to get all of the soap out. He pushes it back from his face when he raises his head from the water again, now rinsed and clean and feeling much better than it did before they started. Jaskier has always been a good hand at cleaning him up, though.
He surfaces in time to listen to Coën's response.
"You're the first human I've seen that travels with a witcher," he says. "It's a novelty, I guess. How long did you say that you've been doing this?"
Jaskier's brought over the shaving kit, which is a decent enough indication that Geralt needs to put his face within Jaskier's easy reach. He leans his back against the wall of the bath, where the bard could easily sit behind him and have access to his stubbly cheeks. He prefers being clean-shaven anyway, and, as with most aspects of personal grooming, he prefers it when Jaskier does it for him.
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Ultimately, though, it probably doesn't matter. It hadn't taken too long for the bard to start to worm his way into Geralt's life, for the witcher to start sharing his things with him. It had barely been two nights on the road before Jaskier's supplies of stale bread from Posada had dried up and he'd been left with nothing to eat, and Geralt had shared his dinner with him so that the foolish boy wouldn't starve. He would, without a doubt, give his last coin to Jaskier if he needed it, though the bard isn't usually the one without funds these days. It'd be more likely to be the other way around, with Jaskier spending the last of his coin to make sure that Geralt has sturdy armor and sharp swords and a potion bag full of his necessary herbs. At some point in the many years that they'd traveled together, Jaskier had gone from being his charge to his keeper, and even now he isn't sure how that switch came about.
He could have left him behind at any point and resumed his independence, but didn't, not for any more than a winter season-- except for one time on a mountaintop. There won't be any repeats of that.
Jaskier taps his shoulder and tells him to dunk his head, and Geralt does as he's told; leans forward to plunge his entire head in the bath, rubbing his fingers roughly through his hair to get all of the soap out. He pushes it back from his face when he raises his head from the water again, now rinsed and clean and feeling much better than it did before they started. Jaskier has always been a good hand at cleaning him up, though.
He surfaces in time to listen to Coën's response.
"You're the first human I've seen that travels with a witcher," he says. "It's a novelty, I guess. How long did you say that you've been doing this?"
Jaskier's brought over the shaving kit, which is a decent enough indication that Geralt needs to put his face within Jaskier's easy reach. He leans his back against the wall of the bath, where the bard could easily sit behind him and have access to his stubbly cheeks. He prefers being clean-shaven anyway, and, as with most aspects of personal grooming, he prefers it when Jaskier does it for him.