Pegasus' headbutt already helps him bring back his smile, what a sweet boy. Jaskier tries to copy the head scratching he saw Geralt do earlier, and murmurs some baby talk in there (aren't you such a good horse? yes you are) before he finally hops on his new animal friend to get going.

There's no dumping questions on Geralt while he's being guided this time, and he's unsure if he should even start conversation when the man still hasn't apologized for that comment about his singing. There's a problem: he hates silence... luckily, it doesn't last long. The tree leaves rustle and the birds, bright and colorful as Jaskier would some times dress himself, sing for them as they pass. It's a beautiful, peaceful place, and Jaskier is in love.

He takes a short video with his phone and soon finds himself humming one of his own songs, inspired by the natural sounds of the forest. He should record something properly here some time, he decides. His style would fit so perfectly in this magical forest, wouldn't it? He's already so enchanted with the idea that his humming has to become actual singing. Because when doesn't it when it comes to him?

"♪ O let the land come at you, love, with all its sand and sin a-singing. A song you once knew well's begun, run until your lungs are numb. ♪" It's nothing like when he sang that little teasing song for Geralt before - this time his voice is deeper and filled with emotion, lyrics coming from his very core. It's personal. "♪ Now let the earth a-tumble, love, and humble you withal, keep running. It's not from what we run that drums, but what's to come, what’s to come. ♪"

And if Geralt decides to insult him again, well. Jaskier is sure the forest can provide him with something to throw at that white head.