[ Blake has heard a little of Geralt's history, true enough, but only what's been given. In most cases, Blake wouldn't stop there. He's a curious one, and especially driven when it appears the information in question will unlock a whole slew of doors holding answers behind them. But Geralt has, despite his reputation, taken Blake's recent... frailty of spirit in stride.

It's arguably compassion that seems to be at the root of their current companionship — between the child in the mine and the subsequent trip into the Featherhive together, what else could it be? — not that Blake wants to say as much. ]

Nah, it's not like that. You kiddin'? Feel like that guy wouldn't ask a favor to save his life, anyway. Mostly I had some stuff I wanted to discuss 'bout the mines, maybe have a drink, bring a snack from the incredible baker up the street from my place.

[ The tension that begins to leave him is being replaced with a sense of understanding. Whatever it is between Jaskier and Geralt, it feels deep. No wonder the guy's giving Blake a hard time. ]

S'pose I'd owe you a favor if you told me where he's holed up, but since you don't believe in those...

[ He shrugs, barely holding back the essence of a shit-eating grin. ]