Sighing with relief, Jaskier follows Geralt inside, blue eyes going from corner to corner with curiosity, taking in every detail. His family has hunting cabins that he visited when he was a kid, but he knows not to expect any level of luxury here. He's been expecting a tiny, basic thing; and so he's taken by surprise at the amount of provisions waiting for them in the cupboards. Huh.
Curiosity is forgotten, however, when the fireplace comes to life. Jaskier is already running towards it before Geralt even tells him to, not even bothering to take off his cloak. He stretches his arms and hands, even stirs his legs one by one to shake off the chill. The sight of blankets and furs brings a little smile to his face and he quickly sits down on the floor, starting to work on a new warmth cocoon around his cloak.
This one doesn't close yet, however. He stretches an arm, blanket extended over it like a cape, and tilts his head at Geralt, voice soft when he speaks.
"Come, my dear witcher. You need to warm up too. And most importantly, to rest. Don't think I haven't noticed your lack of sleep." Unlike many other times when Jaskier would scold Geralt for not taking good care of himself, this time he tries to sound teasing and understanding - it's the only way they have to survive until they get to Kaer Morhen. He gets it. He hates it that it has to be this way, but he gets it. "And I know you won't do it now either, but at least allow yourself a moment to sit and cuddle your lover. Enough work for today, my wolf, you've done well."
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Curiosity is forgotten, however, when the fireplace comes to life. Jaskier is already running towards it before Geralt even tells him to, not even bothering to take off his cloak. He stretches his arms and hands, even stirs his legs one by one to shake off the chill. The sight of blankets and furs brings a little smile to his face and he quickly sits down on the floor, starting to work on a new warmth cocoon around his cloak.
This one doesn't close yet, however. He stretches an arm, blanket extended over it like a cape, and tilts his head at Geralt, voice soft when he speaks.
"Come, my dear witcher. You need to warm up too. And most importantly, to rest. Don't think I haven't noticed your lack of sleep." Unlike many other times when Jaskier would scold Geralt for not taking good care of himself, this time he tries to sound teasing and understanding - it's the only way they have to survive until they get to Kaer Morhen. He gets it. He hates it that it has to be this way, but he gets it. "And I know you won't do it now either, but at least allow yourself a moment to sit and cuddle your lover. Enough work for today, my wolf, you've done well."