[It's the opposite of everything it had been there: it was cold here, but in a natural way, with a thin sheet of snow on everything. He knew the further they went, the warmer it would be, but -- Geralt didn't even need to ask to know that Jaskier would never agree to go any deeper right now. The sun was shining, everything bright. It'd taken a few days until light had stopped hurting his eyes, and he wasn't even sure if that was from being trapped in a basement or from the infection itself.
He watches the rock bounce several times until it sinks.] It's been a while since you've been there, hasn't it?
[Even before they were brought here. Funny. Jaskier has never really had a problem with Aefenglom, as strange and chaotic as it could be sometimes. He realizes how terribly lucky he's been.] Were you going to go? I mean, after the dragon hunt?
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He watches the rock bounce several times until it sinks.] It's been a while since you've been there, hasn't it?
[Even before they were brought here. Funny. Jaskier has never really had a problem with Aefenglom, as strange and chaotic as it could be sometimes. He realizes how terribly lucky he's been.] Were you going to go? I mean, after the dragon hunt?