Come on, Geralt, at least the bard is speaking with long, poetic sentences again. Isn't that a good sign?

"Ah, but she wouldn't have!" A hand goes to his chest, the maid's gesture considered touching. "What a sweetheart she is, I'll have a word with her later. Dedicate her a happier song."

Maybe make out with her if the opportunity makes itself known, why not.

Ah, but never mind the maid, New Geralt confirms he's heard the song. Which shouldn't be surprising because witcher ears, but still. He doesn't comment on Jaskier's feelings, at least - no teasing, no disgust, nothing but sympathy. Jaskier appreciates it more than he can describe.

"If by 'idiot' you mean 'a big dimwitted, cretinous, emotional constipated, blithering oaf', then agreed."

A shrug, as if it wasn't a big deal. Except it totally is, but he's supposed to be doing soul cleansing right now, let the memory of the asshole go. Impossible to do with another Geralt next to him, talking with the same voice, but he's gotta try. That's the plan anyway.

It fails quite badly.

"You and Dandelion..." He says as he looks at the sunset, fingers playing random notes, stomach turning once again. "...you're together."

Jaskier is Jaskier, and at the end of the day, his curiosity will always get the best out of him.