[To say they have slipped away is truly an understatement.
Jaskier is cooking a pot of stew simply for something to do when the words lay out across the woodstove. Rhy! Oh, fuck -- he hasn't heard from him, though Jaskier attempted a message between the chaos, and Moglad had said he'd been mostly fine when he left --]
Rhy, my heart, you're all right! Moglad told me -- a bit, as much as he understood -- of your visit. It has been... terrible, yes, but I am, as much as I can be, safe. What of you? How are you? Where on earth did you go?
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Jaskier is cooking a pot of stew simply for something to do when the words lay out across the woodstove. Rhy! Oh, fuck -- he hasn't heard from him, though Jaskier attempted a message between the chaos, and Moglad had said he'd been mostly fine when he left --]
Rhy, my heart, you're all right! Moglad told me -- a bit, as much as he understood -- of your visit. It has been... terrible, yes, but I am, as much as I can be, safe. What of you? How are you? Where on earth did you go?