[Jaskier's shoulders shake, as close as he'll come to laughing again for now.] A Turnskin fox. I should only be so lucky. [He remembers his day with the one pointed black ear atop his head. Yet he cannot grasp his mindset. That it had nearly ruined several days for him. He'd been so humiliated, to finally feel a grasp on his magic to have it turn back against him.

Having a little fox ear for a day had felt so important.

How stupid. He must seem like a child to them.

Perhaps they wouldn't have caught me if I were a fox. He bit his lip and did not say it. Even in a low moment, he didn't want to press the idea that any part of it was Geralt's fault. It wasn't. And like that feral full moon, he did not want to convince him otherwise.]

I haven't used magic since. [He rubs his fingers together, waiting for the small sparks to appear.] A shame the change doesn't change my mind for a time. It would be quite simple being a fox, I think. Only caring about being obnoxious and stealing eggs.