[ The answer is subdued compared to Jaskier's usual. He's used to the bard waxing poetic about his new affections. Lightning, for example.
Perhaps very special doesn't quite sum it up, what the woman means.
Geralt grunts in reply. ] I'd not risk your balls claiming her as mine.
[ They'll talk eventually. Geralt hates that the bed is empty every time he's there at night, the bond feels thin and rough, and fuck, he knows it's partly his fault. It's just—
It's complicated. A mixture of stubbornness and knotted emotions.
He sits forward, watching the water. ] Enjoy your entanglements, Jaskier. Don't fret over mine.
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Perhaps very special doesn't quite sum it up, what the woman means.
Geralt grunts in reply. ] I'd not risk your balls claiming her as mine.
[ They'll talk eventually. Geralt hates that the bed is empty every time he's there at night, the bond feels thin and rough, and fuck, he knows it's partly his fault. It's just—
It's complicated. A mixture of stubbornness and knotted emotions.
He sits forward, watching the water. ] Enjoy your entanglements, Jaskier. Don't fret over mine.