[Jaskier's quite sure he even senses when she thinks it. If he thought it himself, how could she not? He leans down to kiss her cheek when her grip tightens, keeping a soft smile there.

He wishes he could promise that it wouldn't happen again. But the truth is, after Karin and Lightning, he's not so sure. But damned he would be if he didn't fight against Destiny this time to ensure that wasn't the case.]

Lovely. I should have known you should have a collection.

[His tail flicks, balancing himself easily as he sorts through it, peering at names he's never heard of. Tea is tea, in his experience, and even if they're different they're all quite good. He selects a smokier-smelling one, turning with a curious raise of his brow.]

My dear, you needn't apologize for anything. If you would sit, or flit about like a sprite, or even lay on the floor for a bit, I'd be loathe to hold it against you. [At least the process of making tea is one he knows well: setting a kettle to boil, finding mugs. Things he does as easily in his own home; he's never had a problem sorting through others' things.] What is it, if I may ask?