Jaskier just hums in agreement. He knows he should be the one going downstairs and asking for food not to risk having shit served at them because of a witcher. But now that he's landed on the bed, he can't bring himself to stand up again. Geralt is being sneaky though, isn't he? He isn't advertising himself for contracts, and he's very good at making everyone ignore him so they leave him alone. They should be fine, right?

Right.

He falls in a drowsy state, closing his eyes and turning off his brain, although it's not quite sleeping. The nightmares will come without Geralt cuddling him, and he shouldn't be drawing attention on them. It does count as resting though, and when Geralt returns with their food, he feels a little less like shit.

Chairs are pushed together so they can eat with their bodies touching, because Jaskier is desperate for the comfort of human contact, and their sup is had under a comfortable silence, which shows how hungry he's been as well. There's only some fruit left when Jaskier decides hey, he doesn't need cutlery to eat that so fuck it, gonna climb Geralt's lap now. He sits across those wonderful thick thighs and buries his nose in the witcher's neck, nuzzling like a needy puppy - the only reason why he isn't hugging him as well is because of the bitten pear in his hands.

"You're so much better than the fireplace."