[There's something very endearing about catching Jaskier off guard like this. It's not as though Nadine's never seen him disheveled, she's woken up next to him and they've fought together. But there's something very domestic about his state at the moment, with the smell of fresh bread behind him.

It's sweet.

Her eyes go to the fluff of feathers in his hair. Which at first don't strike her as anything noteworthy, it wouldn't be odd for him to have a bunch of feathers caught in his hair. But her hand goes up to her own horns.]

Oh...uh...not intentionally. Just sort of happened. I think it's...you know. Left over.

[She bends to greet Mog properly, smiling fondly down at the animal.]

Sorry I didn't message first, I just really wanted to see you.