[ It takes Rhy a second to understand. For the horror of it to really land.
His eyes widen, and he squeezes Jaskier's hands (gently), fingers trembling. ]
Oh, Jaskier-- That's so awful! I'm sorry you suffered like that. What an atrocious, absolutely horrendous bag of actual shit. [ He bites it out with a cold venom so uncharacteristic of his usual warm, earnest voice. The words shake leaving his throat. ]
Saints... and the scars? [ He feels Jaskier's fingertips beneath his own, the different texture of the new skin. He'd never noticed. ]
Even though you didn't go anywhere? [ Surely if Jaskier actually somehow ended up back home and was Summoned yet again, he wouldn't neglect to mention it. ]
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His eyes widen, and he squeezes Jaskier's hands (gently), fingers trembling. ]
Oh, Jaskier-- That's so awful! I'm sorry you suffered like that. What an atrocious, absolutely horrendous bag of actual shit. [ He bites it out with a cold venom so uncharacteristic of his usual warm, earnest voice. The words shake leaving his throat. ]
Saints... and the scars? [ He feels Jaskier's fingertips beneath his own, the different texture of the new skin. He'd never noticed. ]
Even though you didn't go anywhere? [ Surely if Jaskier actually somehow ended up back home and was Summoned yet again, he wouldn't neglect to mention it. ]