[It's usually Alice whose face is red, not Jaskier's, but he has the good grace to forgive her her laughter. And it feels good to be laughing, given how miserable her day has been. She knew reaching out to Jaskier was the right call.]

I'd much rather laugh with you, but for now I'll accept that you're not unhappy about it.

[She leans in and presses a kiss to his cheek, then sits back and sips her tea as he speaks of Toussaint. The affection he feels for the place is palpable, and she finds herself trying to imagine the blue skies and mountains ranges. It sounds a bit like northern Italy, back home. Which she's only seen a couple of times... and will not have the chance to see again.

Better not to think on that.]

It really is a shame we can't visit each other's homelands, given how close people have become here. The city I live in, London, isn't that much different than Aefenglom. But there are other places with more open skies that I think you'd love. Like Domremy, where my uncle stays when life in the big city wears too much on him. Or Zurich, where...

[So much for not dwelling on that. She sighs, then pauses to consider. Ultimately, she decides to come clean--the mood is already up and down, and she'd be lying if she didn't admit that her own mortality isn't playing a part in how she feels right now.]

I never told you why I'm not able to see Yuri or Karin again, even if I go home. Have I?