[It is blunt. He blinks, and then a soft smile comes to his face. Being near his Bonded doesn't make everything as easy as it had once been, certainly, but it made it much, much better, too.

He sighs, and looks up at the snow as it falls on the magic dome above them.]

I don't want you to feel guilty. And please, just once, don't bother claiming you feel otherwise. [He hasn't brought it up to this moment, but Geralt is not coming home, having drunk an amount that would've left a human on the floor, because he's doing it for fun. And he knows his friend. He knows the dark, overwhelming guilt that lingered on him when the Zerrikanians and the dragon fell, seemingly, to their death. Jaskier had been the one to sit where Geralt was now, after all. Trying to help someone and having no bloody idea what to offer them.

He goes quiet for a moment longer, then adds:] It was nice being the hero for once.