[Jaskier can say, at least, he is no longer a shell of a man. He has lost, but he has gained back more than that. The house is both full and empty at once. Home feels disrupted; much, like he imagines, after the intrusion of a burglary or somesuch. A home that has its illusions of safety ruined.

He now travels with Mog constantly at his side -- moreso than even before -- as comfort. And it's no different even when it's just to bother Alucard. Or help him. They're a bit of the same thing. Mog is invited without a precise invitation.

Jaskier distracts the gryphon with a runaway ribbon, drawing him away from the tempting space between Alucard's legs. There is something to be said of the safety of a home when a dhampir is in it.

It's not lurking. More as if... he cannot yet find it in him to volunteer help.]

I have. Though I like to think it isn't complete nonsense... it is yet one more level of political theatre we shall have to suffer through. [He smiles.] I'll vote for you, should you be mad enough to throw your name in.