While Geralt does his thinking, Jaskier finishes singing the chorus of Toss A Coin for the peacocks, although it gets no reaction from the witcher. And it says a lot about his relationship with Geralt at home, he realizes, for him to consider no reaction a good thing. No reaching your audience is never a good sign for a performer, but compared to certain witcher's annoyed face whenever he used to sing the White Wolf songs? This is actually an improvement.
Which is kinda depressing, to be honest.
Thankfully, Geralt's comment brings him back from sad-thoughts-land, although Jaskier isn't sure he understands said comment.
"What?"
He looks down at the peacocks and carefully watches their movements, trying to guess what Geralt meant by--
Oh.
"Part of me is flattered, honestly." He wrinkles his nose. "On the other hand - eww."
It's a bit hard to walk away with so many birds surrounding him - Jaskier ends up tripping twice before he gets to Geralt's side, but at least he doesn't end up on the ground. Little mercies. Now he's closer to the witcher, he notices exactly how deep the cute must be if that's how much it's bleeding.
"Bollocks. Did they truly bite that hard?" He grabs Geralt's hand and pulls it away for a better look at the wound - yikes. He pulls a face, his witcher-caretaking instincts kicking in before he can confront them. "Let's go back inside so I can patch you up." He doesn't wait for an answer, he's already pulling Geralt along. "And meanwhile you can tell me the stories behind those paintings in the west wing, mmh?"
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Which is kinda depressing, to be honest.
Thankfully, Geralt's comment brings him back from sad-thoughts-land, although Jaskier isn't sure he understands said comment.
"What?"
He looks down at the peacocks and carefully watches their movements, trying to guess what Geralt meant by--
Oh.
"Part of me is flattered, honestly." He wrinkles his nose. "On the other hand - eww."
It's a bit hard to walk away with so many birds surrounding him - Jaskier ends up tripping twice before he gets to Geralt's side, but at least he doesn't end up on the ground. Little mercies. Now he's closer to the witcher, he notices exactly how deep the cute must be if that's how much it's bleeding.
"Bollocks. Did they truly bite that hard?" He grabs Geralt's hand and pulls it away for a better look at the wound - yikes. He pulls a face, his witcher-caretaking instincts kicking in before he can confront them. "Let's go back inside so I can patch you up." He doesn't wait for an answer, he's already pulling Geralt along. "And meanwhile you can tell me the stories behind those paintings in the west wing, mmh?"