[Jaskier meets her with a smile, though there's wrinkles around his eyes -- he's tired for similar but far less dire reasons, yet still pleased as ever to see her. He offers a kiss, leaning down and into her, and rights some of her shawl around her neck so it doesn't wrinkle.]

You really must stop apologizing. Isn't it exhausting? You're welcome to use me for more than just my sexual fortitude.

[He offers his arm in a gentlemanly fashion, even if his words don't quite reach that level of polite.] Well, you look as wonderful as ever. But I imagine what you've been up to is not a roll in a few other beds other than your own.