[Jaskier can see it -- that exhaustion. And worse. Like before, once upon a time, his hands find her elbows, not to hold her up, but to balance her. To ensure to himself that just because she is tiring, that she will not fade away again.]
That is quite possibly the most ominous thing you could have said. I really appreciate hearing it out loud.
[The worry between his brow indicates he is actually the opposite of appreciative of it. And that she should think his fear could be better attributed than to her well-being. Jaskier is not a fool, and he does not know what the queen's next move will be, but he is considerably more safe with Ciri and Geralt and his own magic than most people in Cadens.
Not that he intends to hunker down and hide from this war behind the bodies of others. He simply... cannot.]
Then you must promise me before you do anything insanely rash, that you'll tell me. Send those mental letters, if you must, but if I do not hear from you often enough, Ellya herself will not stop me from finding my way to Thorne.
grips you by the lapel. understand I will wait forever
That is quite possibly the most ominous thing you could have said. I really appreciate hearing it out loud.
[The worry between his brow indicates he is actually the opposite of appreciative of it. And that she should think his fear could be better attributed than to her well-being. Jaskier is not a fool, and he does not know what the queen's next move will be, but he is considerably more safe with Ciri and Geralt and his own magic than most people in Cadens.
Not that he intends to hunker down and hide from this war behind the bodies of others. He simply... cannot.]
Then you must promise me before you do anything insanely rash, that you'll tell me. Send those mental letters, if you must, but if I do not hear from you often enough, Ellya herself will not stop me from finding my way to Thorne.