Something about what Geralt has said must be right, because Jaskier eventually softens to him-- he can see it in his eyes, in his face. His voice gentles, looses its cutting edge, and his hands catch Geralt's. He doesn't try to hold Jaskier's back, but lets his hands rest loose and harmless in his grasp.

He had cut Jaskier down so easily, and could probably do it again. It's power that he clearly shouldn't be given-- see how he abused it? How could Jaskier trust him again? How had Jaskier ever trusted him at all, really? It's a terribly foolish idea, giving your heart over to a creature that doesn't have one.

Jaskier's eyes are very blue. Cornflower blue, if he is to put a name to the color, and Geralt's brain unhelpfully supplies a piece of folklore-- young men in love would wear them, and if the flower fades too quickly, their love is not returned.

What are we?

"Whatever you want." Jaskier is the aggrieved party here; he should decide. "I understand if you cannot forgive me."