Oh, she did get that! What a pleasant surprise! Yes, pleasant, because Jaskier is not ashamed. At all. He probably doesn't know the meaning of that word, honestly. And the way Cirilla pats Geralt's arm too? Ah, she's just perfect. Jaskier will have to apologize to Roach, but he may have a new favorite girl in the world.
"Worry not, my sweet lady, we both need to rest. I only wanted to tease him - it's plenty of fun once you've learned to translate his grunts."
Maybe that could be another gift for her. Some kind dictionary. An encyclopedia? How To Understand and Take Care of Your Father Surprise. Meh, may need a better title, more catchy, but there's something there.
Meanwhile, Vesemir... well then, Jaskier doesn't see that one coming, both eyebrows raising in surprise. Is he like Geralt, throwing jabs while still keeping a straight face, or had that been a true warning? Geralt's frown doesn't exactly speak well of Vesemir's comment, so once more Jaskier decides not to push their luck and follow his witcher out after a simple good luck, princess.
(This good behavior won't last long.)
As soon as they're out of sight, Jaskier grabs Geralt's hand and intertwines their fingers together between them, coming closer to let their arms brush as they walk through the labyrinth that is Kaer Morhen. This isn't like any mansion or castle he's been at before - usually he doesn't have much trouble memorizing layouts, used to that kind of big building life, but this is proving to be a challenge.
The idea of needing an escort (a babysitter) to move around doesn't sit well with him, so he tries to pay as much attention as possible to his surroundings, but suddenly Geralt is talking and that's always much more important.
A frown appears on Jaskier's face as some worry leaks into his scent. Is he understanding this correctly? No assumptions, he reminds himself. He tilts his head at Geralt as he asks his question.
"Any reason why I can't simply stay with you, my dear? Because that's the room I want."
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"Worry not, my sweet lady, we both need to rest. I only wanted to tease him - it's plenty of fun once you've learned to translate his grunts."
Maybe that could be another gift for her. Some kind dictionary. An encyclopedia? How To Understand and Take Care of Your Father Surprise. Meh, may need a better title, more catchy, but there's something there.
Meanwhile, Vesemir... well then, Jaskier doesn't see that one coming, both eyebrows raising in surprise. Is he like Geralt, throwing jabs while still keeping a straight face, or had that been a true warning? Geralt's frown doesn't exactly speak well of Vesemir's comment, so once more Jaskier decides not to push their luck and follow his witcher out after a simple good luck, princess.
(This good behavior won't last long.)
As soon as they're out of sight, Jaskier grabs Geralt's hand and intertwines their fingers together between them, coming closer to let their arms brush as they walk through the labyrinth that is Kaer Morhen. This isn't like any mansion or castle he's been at before - usually he doesn't have much trouble memorizing layouts, used to that kind of big building life, but this is proving to be a challenge.
The idea of needing an escort (a babysitter) to move around doesn't sit well with him, so he tries to pay as much attention as possible to his surroundings, but suddenly Geralt is talking and that's always much more important.
A frown appears on Jaskier's face as some worry leaks into his scent. Is he understanding this correctly? No assumptions, he reminds himself. He tilts his head at Geralt as he asks his question.
"Any reason why I can't simply stay with you, my dear? Because that's the room I want."