[Jaskier hums something close to a laugh. Geralt may deny it all he wants, but that's the only was Jaskier sees it.
They're quiet, together this time. Still. Neither of them have ever been so still, at least as long as Jaskier's known his friend. Tehy are always on the move, between jobs. Hunting or performances. It's not as if he feels trapped in Aefenglom -- honestly, he quite enjoys it here -- but he knows, through the Bond, that some part of Geralt does.
The Path, as he called. Once Jaskier had learned about it, he realized he, too, had a Path.
Jaskier looks over, a smile there. For some reason, he feels a bit lighter, having told him of Alice. That Geralt understands he needed... something more, from someone else, and he's finally found it.] Well, lucky for you you have such rich friends. I could go for a drink.
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They're quiet, together this time. Still. Neither of them have ever been so still, at least as long as Jaskier's known his friend. Tehy are always on the move, between jobs. Hunting or performances. It's not as if he feels trapped in Aefenglom -- honestly, he quite enjoys it here -- but he knows, through the Bond, that some part of Geralt does.
The Path, as he called. Once Jaskier had learned about it, he realized he, too, had a Path.
Jaskier looks over, a smile there. For some reason, he feels a bit lighter, having told him of Alice. That Geralt understands he needed... something more, from someone else, and he's finally found it.] Well, lucky for you you have such rich friends. I could go for a drink.
[He pats Geralt's shoulder.] Let's go, my friend.