The pillow goes back over his face, but this time, Jaskier doesn't fight or thrash. He's distracted, thinking about Eskel's expression and body language. Leaving the grin aside for a moment, the rest he recognizes: it's the same as Geralt when he closes up, when he's going through an emotional turmoil he doesn't know how to deal with. Did the l-word cause it? Even when it hadn't been directed at him? The fact a witcher is receiving love at all is enough to cause such a strong reaction... It breaks his heart.

Mental note: find an opportunity to hug Eskel some time in Kaer Morhen.

For now, he can only offer the one thing he's good at and is powerful enough, in his opinion, to share: his words. He pushes the pillow down more easily this time (Geralt is probable having A Moment too) and turns to his new friend with kind eyes and a soft voice.

"Thank you, Eskel."

There's a weight in his words that say Jaskier isn't only thanking him for taking the shift, or even for answering his questions and telling him the wyvern story. It's a thank you for everything you do, and he hopes it comes across, because he knows that saying it aloud would only make the witchers get weirder.

Which means the only thing left for them to do is finally going to bed. Jaskier leaves Geralt's lap to put the pillows back in place, then fixes the cloak around him to create his now usual cocoon. He lies down on his side and by the edge of the bed, leaving room for certain wall of muscles to take the main spot on the mattress, a spot that Jaskier can jump on to cuddle once is taken.

He pulls at Geralt's arm and mouths a very simple sentence at him. Let's rest.