[No worse than usual. No worse than usual, so he can breathe a sigh of relief. His entire fucking life had been worry-free, now it's as if it's all he's filled with now. A truly pathetic housewife, if he must be one. But he's not going out there to fight monsters or, or -- well, whatever the fuck Viktor and Ciri went out to do. To be fair, he hadn't asked. He'd had plenty of other things (mainly: himself) on his mind.
The second hug, Jaskier truly squeezes. Kissing the top of her head, he holds her as long as she needs.
There's plenty of time to drill her with questions when she's ready. Knowing now, as knowing before, wouldn't change anything.]
Right. His burly friend. We met. More handsome, I'm afraid, than he is quick with flirtations.
[What? The guy is big and handsome. Of course Jaskier did.] Good. If he thinks anything happened to you, he'd probably lop my hands off. Which, I remind you, I do need. [Now she's back, he can more easily slip into humor than the snippy, sharp tone that carried his messages.] I got you a bottle of wine. Or, if you want to get drunk, another of mead. I assume you want to relax after that journey.
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The second hug, Jaskier truly squeezes. Kissing the top of her head, he holds her as long as she needs.
There's plenty of time to drill her with questions when she's ready. Knowing now, as knowing before, wouldn't change anything.]
Right. His burly friend. We met. More handsome, I'm afraid, than he is quick with flirtations.
[What? The guy is big and handsome. Of course Jaskier did.] Good. If he thinks anything happened to you, he'd probably lop my hands off. Which, I remind you, I do need. [Now she's back, he can more easily slip into humor than the snippy, sharp tone that carried his messages.] I got you a bottle of wine. Or, if you want to get drunk, another of mead. I assume you want to relax after that journey.