[ The air remains heavy despite it all. It feels not unlike sitting on a boiling pot and hoping it won't spill over. He tries not to think about it, what can't be helped. And he can admit he's at least grateful Yennefer is here. Safe. If it had been her instead—
Jaskier could not have stopped him. He doubts Jaskier would've even tried.
He takes a drink from the bottle. When he passes out back to her, their hands brush and he lets himself linger on it. ]
Only five? [ There's a faint glint in his eyes. ] You've grown generous.
[ Jaskier's not the only one who owes her, though. He knows that, too. ]
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Jaskier could not have stopped him. He doubts Jaskier would've even tried.
He takes a drink from the bottle. When he passes out back to her, their hands brush and he lets himself linger on it. ]
Only five? [ There's a faint glint in his eyes. ] You've grown generous.
[ Jaskier's not the only one who owes her, though. He knows that, too. ]