Geralt looks at Jaskier while he makes a very vague and slightly ridiculous hand gesture that could mean absolutely anything, his face schooled into careful neutrality. The bard sits up, relieving the witcher's chest of his weight, and puts his lute on the pillow, and when he turns back Geralt is treated to the bard's face gazing down at him in thinly veiled and slightly concerned judgment.

He mentions bleeding women. Geralt thinks back to his lessons in anatomy for some frame of reference in this matter. He remembers learning about locations of major organs in man, beast, and monster-- mostly for the sake of knowing how best to kill it or how best to harvest useful tissues from it later. There were lessons in field wound care that involved how to staunch bleeding, but had no particular indication that women would be different from men in this area. Some back-country healers advocated the use of bleeding to balance humors for good health, but Geralt-- and, he would imagine, Jaskier too-- considered that to be an outdated and archaic treatment. If women were bleeding around him all of the time, he surely would have noticed, wouldn't he? And, yes, sometimes women smell a little like blood, but so do men sometimes, too.

"That seems... excessive."

Perhaps Jaskier is wrong about this. He's been wrong about plenty of things before.

"I would have noticed if women were bleeding all around me, Jaskier. Perhaps I shouldn't be surprised that you were singing about things that didn't exist in Posada, if this is what they teach you here."