[ It does feel different. Different enough that Geralt doesn't give his usual remark back: telling him he regretted it yesterday, in fact. Jaskier is not a burden. He knows Jaskier feels that way, but he isn't. It's only that he wishes he were better at...helping, when it comes to shit like this.
All he can do is take Jaskier to a lake. Maybe the fresh air will do some good.
He stretches out on the shore. Thick trees line the edges, covered in a light dusting of snow. They haven't ventured too far into the Wilde—just at the border—but temperatures are already a hint warmer, some of the frost melted and the lake's surface unfrozen. ]
Mm-hmm. [ He picks up a smooth stone, turning it idly in his hands. He's skipped them from time to time when he's here alone. A private thing. One of many private things he does when there are no eyes on him except his horse's. ] Almost as nice as the mountain lakes.
[ There's a wistful edge to his words. He hasn't ever admitted he misses Kaer Morhen. It's not as if he even spends much of his time there. Just...he had been on his way, as he always is for the frost. Now winter has come and nearly gone. ]
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All he can do is take Jaskier to a lake. Maybe the fresh air will do some good.
He stretches out on the shore. Thick trees line the edges, covered in a light dusting of snow. They haven't ventured too far into the Wilde—just at the border—but temperatures are already a hint warmer, some of the frost melted and the lake's surface unfrozen. ]
Mm-hmm. [ He picks up a smooth stone, turning it idly in his hands. He's skipped them from time to time when he's here alone. A private thing. One of many private things he does when there are no eyes on him except his horse's. ] Almost as nice as the mountain lakes.
[ There's a wistful edge to his words. He hasn't ever admitted he misses Kaer Morhen. It's not as if he even spends much of his time there. Just...he had been on his way, as he always is for the frost. Now winter has come and nearly gone. ]