[There is clearly something she isn't saying, but he is still so discombobulated from what has happened to him, they have so many things to talk about, he's only just woken up -- the chance to push her on the issue passes by.

But it bothers him. What did she realize?]

Her pet -- you mean Grigory. [He pales, swallowing. Murdered. It is not that he is dead, but what it means that he is dead. Jaskier couldn't think of a better man who deserved it, but who had cause to hate him more than his present company?

Jaskier licks his lips before he asks:] Did you do it? No. No, you didn't, did you? [He shakes his head, holding back tightly onto her in return. Even if she did -- he wouldn't blame her. But when would she have time in Nocwich?

Fuck. He can't think of all this at once.

And then it feels like time slows to a crawl. To nothing. His gaze slowly moves to her face, meeting her eyes, and a darkness shadows his brow. A realization. A horrible realization.] Ellya did it. I didn't think -- Jaskier, you're so fucking stupid. [His eyes prickle, a sob escaping, and he nearly claws his hold on her. In the fog of pain and potion, he'd thought the same agent as his own attack had -- of course not. Of course. Queen Ellya.] Libertas is gone. She has already retaliated.