Jaskier usually loves having people staring at him, it means attention. However, he does remember the warning Geralt gave him about the brooch and, while part of him is eager to show it off, Rinde has him more on the edge. Between his own memories haunting him and the possibility of Nilfgaard catching up on them, Jaskier is (for once in his life) willing to behave.

"I see." Chireadan replies with a tone that implies he thinks something is going on. "Are you staying the night then? I can offer bed and supper, if it pleases you, in exchange of updated tidings."

Now that's an offer he doesn't see coming. Jaskier worries his lower lip as he considers it - it'd be free, and fewer people would see them that way. It's not like he'll be performing today -both because of safety and because of his mood- so an inn doesn't even have that in its favor. In theory, it sounds perfect. And yet... it's Chireadan. A good man, as far as Jaskier knows, but he's so linked to the djinn mess, he isn't sure his company would exactly improve the mood.

(And will he ask about Yennefer? Jaskier doesn't want to talk about Yennefer.)

"A very kind invitation, good sir, it's appreciated." Someone has to keep the manners up around here. "If you excuse us for a second..."

Pegasus is brought closer to Roach, and Jasker whispers as lowly as he can - he knows Geralt can hear it.

"Positives: no coin to spend, no extra people to interact with. Negatives: it's fucking him, Geralt!" Alright, so the last part comes off more like hissing than whispering, but he's getting really nervous here. Give him a break. "What do your--" Awkward hand flapping goes here. "--witchery senses say?"