[His first instinct is to let Jaskier go on his way. He's known the bard for a long time, knows Jaskier can take care of himself, and it's not as if they're going to...talk. Here. About things.
There's nothing to talk about. And even if there was, there're more important topics. Like where the fuck they are.
His weight shifts from one leg to the other. Dammit.]
Wait. [He gestures vaguely with his hand.] I don't know where we are, either.
no subject
There's nothing to talk about. And even if there was, there're more important topics. Like where the fuck they are.
His weight shifts from one leg to the other. Dammit.]
Wait. [He gestures vaguely with his hand.] I don't know where we are, either.