[If I could says enough; he no longer pokes and prods with a curiousity that shoves others' feelings aside. She has enough magic to be here, in the Horizon, or has found enough fear in her to force it through. But she is solid, touchable. Her form is not fading at the edges.

Jaskier tucks that lock of hair behind her ear once again, like it's important it stays where he put it.]

I woke a day ago, I think, but. Yes. Yes, there are mages healing me. Bit by bit. Though I think they're studying what happened as much as healing. [His hands move down to her arms, resting there, forcibly keeping her here, if he must.] Though I know Summoned who have offered. I'll be fine. It... [Now he steps back, because remembering it triggers his nerves once again, and his hands comb through his hair, fluttering through the air.] It was some sort of magical explosion. On my way back to the portal, the carriage. I only heard a faint hum, and then -- I was shielded from most of it, but there were holds in it. Whatever it was, pieces of it went through the shield. Hit me.

[His voice goes tight with panic, fingers fluttering, curling and uncurling.] It was deliberate.