The patting of his hand is appreciated, bringing a tiny smile to his lips. Just as Geralt predicts, though, he huffs at the mention of witcher healing - but at least he doesn't comment on it. This Geralt has the decency of not denying how important it is when someone helps, and by the gods, Jaskier's always wanted to hear that. It helps making his scent a little sweeter, even if not completely so.
Hearing Dandelion's a shit seamstress takes him by surprise. Of all the differences between their worlds, this one he doesn't see coming, simply because from what he's heard about Dandelion so far (and noticed in the wardrobe) says the bard takes care of his looks as much as Jaskier does. Doesn't he have the basic sewing skills to allow his doublets to survive the road?
"Your punches are nowhere as bad as your bleeding." He offers with a wrinkled nose, obviously speaking from experience. "But I'm glad to hear he knew what to do after."
It's been nice, having a Geralt that's appreciative in general. You and Dandelion did more than just that is much more direct, though, just like the apology he received earlier - directed at him. New Geralt barely knows him yet doesn't shy away from telling Jaskier he matters, from expressing how important it is what he's done for his witcher.
Jaskier can swear his heart is about to explode.
He hugs his lute close, overwhelmed by all these contradictory feelings inside of him, and before he notices what he's doing, he lets his head fall on New Geralt's shoulder. There's a pause before he speaks again, voice a mere murmur.
"Do you think Yennefer needs me to bring Dandelion back to you? I can continue to do more than that here." This isn't moving on or just enjoying the moment before going home, this is him being a fool again. But he can't help it, he's hurting and desperate to find his place in life again, to find a meaning behind the last twenty years that isn't just heartbreak. "I promise I won't sing about any scars Dandelion has already covered."
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Hearing Dandelion's a shit seamstress takes him by surprise. Of all the differences between their worlds, this one he doesn't see coming, simply because from what he's heard about Dandelion so far (and noticed in the wardrobe) says the bard takes care of his looks as much as Jaskier does. Doesn't he have the basic sewing skills to allow his doublets to survive the road?
"Your punches are nowhere as bad as your bleeding." He offers with a wrinkled nose, obviously speaking from experience. "But I'm glad to hear he knew what to do after."
It's been nice, having a Geralt that's appreciative in general. You and Dandelion did more than just that is much more direct, though, just like the apology he received earlier - directed at him. New Geralt barely knows him yet doesn't shy away from telling Jaskier he matters, from expressing how important it is what he's done for his witcher.
Jaskier can swear his heart is about to explode.
He hugs his lute close, overwhelmed by all these contradictory feelings inside of him, and before he notices what he's doing, he lets his head fall on New Geralt's shoulder. There's a pause before he speaks again, voice a mere murmur.
"Do you think Yennefer needs me to bring Dandelion back to you? I can continue to do more than that here." This isn't moving on or just enjoying the moment before going home, this is him being a fool again. But he can't help it, he's hurting and desperate to find his place in life again, to find a meaning behind the last twenty years that isn't just heartbreak. "I promise I won't sing about any scars Dandelion has already covered."