"Will I be in such high demand, he asks!" Jaskier replies after throwing his head back and laughing. "My dear witcher, there's a permanent professor position waiting for me for whenever I decide I cannot travel anymore. Which isn't happening any time soon, may I add."
Jaskier will stick to Geralt's side until his body gives in, and that's one thought he'd rather avoid right now. After walking back and forth in front of the bed to feel his legs (sore, but good), Jaskier grabs his lute and tests his fingers with a couple of simple notes. He won't be performing this week, most likely, but he needs to know everything is alright. The relief that takes over his body is obvious even for those without witcher senses.
"I usually offer guest lectures the whole winter, Geralt. Since this time around I won't be staying, doing two or three now would be a nice way to compensate for my absence. My reputation stays intact and we get good coin out of it - the classrooms will be full thanks to the exclusivity of it." His body is still sore so he isn't as dramatic as he would usually be, but there's at least two open hands representing how grand that would be.
That is, until Geralt adds that little part at the end. Oh dear. Biting his lower lip, Jaskier returns to the bed and sits next to him, his hand landing on Geralt's knee. A deep breath - okay, here goes nothing.
"We would be arriving together, so it'll be fine, they'll instantly know everything is better. They don't know any details, mind you!" He hurries to clarify without meeting Geralt's gaze. "But I haven't exactly been subtle about it. I-- I haven't talked or sang about you since the dragon hunt."
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Jaskier will stick to Geralt's side until his body gives in, and that's one thought he'd rather avoid right now. After walking back and forth in front of the bed to feel his legs (sore, but good), Jaskier grabs his lute and tests his fingers with a couple of simple notes. He won't be performing this week, most likely, but he needs to know everything is alright. The relief that takes over his body is obvious even for those without witcher senses.
"I usually offer guest lectures the whole winter, Geralt. Since this time around I won't be staying, doing two or three now would be a nice way to compensate for my absence. My reputation stays intact and we get good coin out of it - the classrooms will be full thanks to the exclusivity of it." His body is still sore so he isn't as dramatic as he would usually be, but there's at least two open hands representing how grand that would be.
That is, until Geralt adds that little part at the end. Oh dear. Biting his lower lip, Jaskier returns to the bed and sits next to him, his hand landing on Geralt's knee. A deep breath - okay, here goes nothing.
"We would be arriving together, so it'll be fine, they'll instantly know everything is better. They don't know any details, mind you!" He hurries to clarify without meeting Geralt's gaze. "But I haven't exactly been subtle about it. I-- I haven't talked or sang about you since the dragon hunt."