"Any sorceress throwing you across worlds isn't a dipstick of a witch, Jaskier," he says, "and definitely not if she can take someone from this world while she's at it."
Jaskier drains his glass of vodka quickly, needing the liquid courage. Geralt doesn't judge him for it-- gods know the both of them have used alcohol as a coping mechanism before. And, if nothing else, Dandelion tends to have an even looser tongue after he's gotten a few drinks into his stomach, and the vodka might similarly loosen Jaskier's. He pours another measure for him.
"Might've helped if you got her name," he adds, but if Jaskier had known the sorceress' name, he probably would've said it by now. They might have tried to track her down in this world, see if she could undo what her alternate universe counterpart had done. It doesn't matter at this point, though-- what's done is done. Geralt gives the vodka bottle over, putting it into Jaskier's grabbing hands. Let him deal with having to interact with Yennefer, even at a distance, however best suits him.
"Yen left me a xenovox," Geralt explains. "Let me fetch it and we'll see if she can help."
He keeps it in his bedroom, in a drawer. Yen had given it to him only for emergencies, anyway, not to use for social calls, so he rarely has occasion to use it. When he returns with the small object, he places it on the breakfast table and speaks.
"Yen? If you're there, I need to talk to you."
There are a few soft noises that filter over the box, perhaps like it's being picked up and placed in a more convenient location. The swish of cloth, the sound of footsteps.
"I hope it's for something important," the sorceress' voice drifts out of the device, clear enough that she might as well have been in the same room. "I'm quite busy."
"You always are," he says. "Look, did you notice anything strange happening in Toussaint? A fluctuation in Chaos or something?"
"I may have," she says, in a tone that Geralt knows means that she certainly did and doesn't like the fact that he knows.
"Something went wrong with some portals," he tells her. "Dandelion is gone, and I have a... version of him from another world sitting at my breakfast table."
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Jaskier drains his glass of vodka quickly, needing the liquid courage. Geralt doesn't judge him for it-- gods know the both of them have used alcohol as a coping mechanism before. And, if nothing else, Dandelion tends to have an even looser tongue after he's gotten a few drinks into his stomach, and the vodka might similarly loosen Jaskier's. He pours another measure for him.
"Might've helped if you got her name," he adds, but if Jaskier had known the sorceress' name, he probably would've said it by now. They might have tried to track her down in this world, see if she could undo what her alternate universe counterpart had done. It doesn't matter at this point, though-- what's done is done. Geralt gives the vodka bottle over, putting it into Jaskier's grabbing hands. Let him deal with having to interact with Yennefer, even at a distance, however best suits him.
"Yen left me a xenovox," Geralt explains. "Let me fetch it and we'll see if she can help."
He keeps it in his bedroom, in a drawer. Yen had given it to him only for emergencies, anyway, not to use for social calls, so he rarely has occasion to use it. When he returns with the small object, he places it on the breakfast table and speaks.
"Yen? If you're there, I need to talk to you."
There are a few soft noises that filter over the box, perhaps like it's being picked up and placed in a more convenient location. The swish of cloth, the sound of footsteps.
"I hope it's for something important," the sorceress' voice drifts out of the device, clear enough that she might as well have been in the same room. "I'm quite busy."
"You always are," he says. "Look, did you notice anything strange happening in Toussaint? A fluctuation in Chaos or something?"
"I may have," she says, in a tone that Geralt knows means that she certainly did and doesn't like the fact that he knows.
"Something went wrong with some portals," he tells her. "Dandelion is gone, and I have a... version of him from another world sitting at my breakfast table."
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