[Jaskier definitely fell asleep at some point. But when he opens his eyes, he sees. Mm. Probably a literal goddess. Picking him up, even! He's in the air, rising up somewhere because he's finally died the way his friends have said he would.

Drinking. Nestled in a quite lovely bosom.]

If it isn't Melitele herself! I never thought you'd be this vivacious! [He's as limp as a perfectly cooked noodle. Beautiful woman, all of that hair? This is better than dying. He pats her cheek, trying to be gentle, but it's probably a little bit of a small slap.] Please promise me you'll at least kiss me before I expire.