The reaction to such a simple question breaks his fucking heart and it makes Jaskier extra glad he's asked, letting Eskel know that hey, someone cares, you dumbass. To think Geralt thought Jaskier would get bored at Kaer Morhen! Not only he has a whole lot of lore and stories to learn, plus a cub to tutor, he'll have his hands full working on the self-esteem of a bunch of witchers.

Eskel, of fucking course, denies any kind of wounds at all and, once again, Jaskier finds it super interesting and ironic how different yet similar he's to Geralt. He's more chatty and more expressive, but Jaskier recognizes that level of denial bullshit every day. Luckily for him he doesn't need to argue, his boyfriend comes to the rescue.

"Ha! I knew it!" Notebook forgotten on the mattress for now, Jaskier stands up and claps his hands twice. "Sleeve off, chop chop! I need to retrieve my salves from the supplies we left with the horses, but when I come back I want to see that arm!"

His tone leaves no room to discussion, but his voice softens when, on his way out, he pats Geralt's arm and whispers thank you, my dear, forgetting about the fact Eskel can hear him anyway. On top of that, both witchers can hear him complain all the way to the stables, because not even the snow can keep his mouth shut.

"I'm fine, Jaskier! It's just a scratch, Jaskier!" Is his tone mocking? Maybe a little bit. "Pertinacious pack of wolves, all of them! Not taking good care of themselves! And the princess will pick up these ludicrous habits of theirs, Melitele save us all!"

His babbling comes to a pause when he sees Roach and Pegasus have company. Of course, Eskel has a horse too! Jaskier spends a moment introducing himself to their new black friend and offering pats for all of them before returning to the hut with a leather satchel in his arms.

"Eskel, your horse has the most beautiful obsidian shade! What is its name?"