[As abruptly as he found himself in the middle of a life-or-death battle, it's all over. In retrospect, as bloody mad as he was to wander into the aftermath of their finding the dragons up in the mountains, all in all it was much better to be at the end of it all. Not the thick of it.
Jaskier wobbles, dropping to his knees. Is this what a broken rib feels like? Ah, fuck. Every breath hurts.
He takes Geralt's hand anyway, getting back up. He wraps an arm around his middle, wincing.] I am so far from okay in every sense of the word. [But that's besides the point. He reaches out and places his hand on Geralt's neck. This magic comes easier, at least; this one he'd practiced for weeks after his feral attack. The blistered skin begins to heal.] You? Please don't say you've had worse. My heart can't take it right now.
no subject
Jaskier wobbles, dropping to his knees. Is this what a broken rib feels like? Ah, fuck. Every breath hurts.
He takes Geralt's hand anyway, getting back up. He wraps an arm around his middle, wincing.] I am so far from okay in every sense of the word. [But that's besides the point. He reaches out and places his hand on Geralt's neck. This magic comes easier, at least; this one he'd practiced for weeks after his feral attack. The blistered skin begins to heal.] You? Please don't say you've had worse. My heart can't take it right now.