[There. He thinks it must be the first time he's ever truly explained it -- to someone who wasn't there to understand Rience, and fire magic, and what it's done to him -- since it happened. His smile is almost wistful, and while maybe another would have pulled from the touch, Jaskier is grateful for it. His hands still shake even now, thinking of it.

His laugh is almost silent, but it's there.] He truly was.

[Rience hardly deserves a touch of kindness from anyone; Jaskier hardly cares what led him to doing what he does. Another man who wants power, who wants to please his masters. He leans into Rhy's shoulder, uncurling his fingers in display.] I don't know how to explain it. To me, I was there. Those things happened. Time has passed.

[He can't not believe that, because it's what he needs to make sense of it. They were experiences, pieces of his life.] But when I was there, I suppose... I didn't have memories of being here, either. It's almost -- we have an event that happened in my world, called the Conjunction of the Spheres. It's when several worlds impacted upon each other, joining together to become one. That's what this feels like. As if two separate lives has smashed together, forming one. Forming mine. Without these scars, I might have considered it nothing. But... I know what the touch of flame feels like, for hours of it. I cannot just believe it's a memory only granted to me.