The smile that Jaskier sends his way is absolutely not innocent at all, laden with innuendo that would only go over the head of Ciri, probably. It might not even go over her head, which is a fact that is acutely embarrassing and only doesn't show on Geralt's face because it's nearly impossible to make him blush.
"He needs to rest, Jaskier," she says, and there's that hint of royal imperiousness to her tone. She was a crown princess, after all, and she's used to getting her way.
"I'm still right here," Geralt says, and Ciri gently pats his arm. He can't say that he's exactly upset that his child surprise has no fear of him, but he's been treated remarkably casually by a lot of people lately. It's... disorienting. He's used to being feared.
Jaskier mentions the vodka that they'd stashed in the saddlebags, gifts for his brothers that could have been useful for smoothing out any interpersonal issues. Not that there's a need for it with Eskel, he and Jaskier got along like a house on fire. Might still help with Lambert, though.
Vesemir simply nods in acknowledgement, but Geralt says, "Half of it's probably already down Eskel's gullet."
The expression on Vesemir's face turns dry, and he walks over to the chair where Ciri left the book that she had been studying, picking it up and opening it to the marked page.
"Katakans. You have a lot of material to get through, Cirilla."
The princess sighs, but ultimately takes the hint and goes back to Vesemir, taking the bestiary from him and sitting down again with a huff. The old wolf, at least, looks pleased-- maybe she'll prove to be as good a student as her protector.
"Go to bed, Geralt. Try to be mindful of the rest of us."
Dismissed like he's a boy in training again. Geralt frowns, but puts a hand to Jaskier's elbow to start leading him out. The inner halls of the keep are labyrinthine, and it would be all too easy for a human to get lost or wander into an unstable wing. The bard will have to be chaperoned around until he can learn his way well enough.
"Come."
He leads Jaskier through the corridors, and, as he's taking him up a set of stairs towards one of the stable wings, where there are rooms that are sufficiently set up for bedrooms. Geralt's is in this area as well, though Eskel and Lambert have theirs elsewhere. It's as private as you can get in a fortress that houses witchers.
"You can have whatever room you want. The fireplaces are all maintained and if you need more blankets, I can fetch them for you. It can get draughty once winter fully sets in."
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"He needs to rest, Jaskier," she says, and there's that hint of royal imperiousness to her tone. She was a crown princess, after all, and she's used to getting her way.
"I'm still right here," Geralt says, and Ciri gently pats his arm. He can't say that he's exactly upset that his child surprise has no fear of him, but he's been treated remarkably casually by a lot of people lately. It's... disorienting. He's used to being feared.
Jaskier mentions the vodka that they'd stashed in the saddlebags, gifts for his brothers that could have been useful for smoothing out any interpersonal issues. Not that there's a need for it with Eskel, he and Jaskier got along like a house on fire. Might still help with Lambert, though.
Vesemir simply nods in acknowledgement, but Geralt says, "Half of it's probably already down Eskel's gullet."
The expression on Vesemir's face turns dry, and he walks over to the chair where Ciri left the book that she had been studying, picking it up and opening it to the marked page.
"Katakans. You have a lot of material to get through, Cirilla."
The princess sighs, but ultimately takes the hint and goes back to Vesemir, taking the bestiary from him and sitting down again with a huff. The old wolf, at least, looks pleased-- maybe she'll prove to be as good a student as her protector.
"Go to bed, Geralt. Try to be mindful of the rest of us."
Dismissed like he's a boy in training again. Geralt frowns, but puts a hand to Jaskier's elbow to start leading him out. The inner halls of the keep are labyrinthine, and it would be all too easy for a human to get lost or wander into an unstable wing. The bard will have to be chaperoned around until he can learn his way well enough.
"Come."
He leads Jaskier through the corridors, and, as he's taking him up a set of stairs towards one of the stable wings, where there are rooms that are sufficiently set up for bedrooms. Geralt's is in this area as well, though Eskel and Lambert have theirs elsewhere. It's as private as you can get in a fortress that houses witchers.
"You can have whatever room you want. The fireplaces are all maintained and if you need more blankets, I can fetch them for you. It can get draughty once winter fully sets in."