Some might say otherwise. [ He appreciates the forethought, though. The sun has drifted up into the sky now, too damn bright against the white snow. He squints in it until they step under some shaded trees.
A quiet huff comes from him. He doesn't look over. ] I can't be celebrating?
[ Alone in the woods, as one does. Time hasn't untangled his thoughts much. It'd be simple to say that it's concern for Jaskier, for Yen. For his other...(friends). It isn't. There are shades of what happened that digs up old wounds he's long kept pushed aside. Things he hasn't explained out loud to anyone, not even Yennefer.
His fingers tap along the side of the bottle. It's clear there are several things he wants to say. In the end, he finds himself falling back into the silence that's become second nature to him—though at least he doesn't insist he's doing fine. ]
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A quiet huff comes from him. He doesn't look over. ] I can't be celebrating?
[ Alone in the woods, as one does. Time hasn't untangled his thoughts much. It'd be simple to say that it's concern for Jaskier, for Yen. For his other...(friends). It isn't. There are shades of what happened that digs up old wounds he's long kept pushed aside. Things he hasn't explained out loud to anyone, not even Yennefer.
His fingers tap along the side of the bottle. It's clear there are several things he wants to say. In the end, he finds himself falling back into the silence that's become second nature to him—though at least he doesn't insist he's doing fine. ]
It'll pass.