Well, clearly I didn't! [He huffs. And yet the creature is the most beloved thing (besides Nadine, obviously) in his life. His chocobo comes in at a very close third. Geralt is probably after the chocobo somewhere.

Still, Jaskier is endlessly cheered seeing his friend, especially in reasonably good spirits and in the flesh. His embraces are as warm as ever. Jaskier gives him another hearty pat on the back, with a rub, another kiss, and lets him go as well.

Mog fully expects his turn, but at least he waits for it as well.]

It is, but it's still in a state of disaster. Decorating, moving... Geralt's building himself a bloody bed instead of letting me buy one, for whatever reason. [That answers the question well enough.] The poor dear, Geralt couldn't suffer to be without me. So yes, we remain together. Though he's finally got his own room now.