[Jaskier lets her go. The witch passes out from under his lips and his hands nearly effortlessly. There is a fear that lingers in him, and one he thinks he will not easily get rid of, but for now... he can let her go.

They need this energy. They need to heal. And even in this distant, distant way, he feels the connect of his sandpiper. It is still there, watching over her.

(Not that she needs watching after, of course.)]

Hardly much of a request to make of me. If I'm inundated with anything, it is copious amounts of wine. [He gives her a smile, his fingers curling in against his palms. There is already a pulling of the waking world, and he will let it happen. For now.] Come find me in time.