A pat on his side. Oh, Geralt. It makes Jaskier chuckle - would he kill for a proper hug? Absolutely. Jaskier could spend a whole day just touching Geralt, platonically or not, and nothing would make him happier than Geralt returning the sentiment. They're nowhere near that, sadly, but Jaskier is still glad for that little pat: it proves Geralt is already keeping his word. He's trying. And that makes him all warm and fuzzy inside.

Fine cheese and wine Jaskier may love, but he's also spent many years on the road, be with Geralt or alone. Coin isn't always available to eat the best of the best, Melitele knows they've stayed at some really crappy inns in their time. That added to the his recent time in captivity? It makes this tray look and smell like the most delicious banquet.

The cup of cider is the first thing he picks up, closing both hands around it to protect and receive its warmth as he takes a deep sniff and lets the aroma wrap around him. That aroma ends up going straight to his head - a lightweight he is not, but his stomach is empty and his mind tired. So he ends up picking up some cheese and bread first.

"Geralt." He says in between bites, giving the witcher that looks like says I'm about to ask something from you and it won't be up for discussion. "I told you to sit with me. Please. I want-" Your presence, your warmth, to feel safe next to you, I've missed sharing tiny wobbly beds with a witcher larger than a bear. "To hear about you and Princess Cirilla. Living image of Pavetta, is she not?"

To be fair, it's not a complete lie, he does want to know about that too. But right now what he needs the most is comfort. And while Geralt is not at a point where he's offering his hugs (yet?), bumping shoulders would already be enough.