Jaskier's head jerks up in surprise. What? Is this starting some new sort of trend where people take his advice? (To be fair, he wouldn't have blamed Estinien for ignoring him. He was sort of speaking from a place of ignorance, as far as his sphere's dragons are concerned.

"Really?" His voice is soft, and Jaskier meets his face with a smile. It sounded all right, embracing one's inner dragon. It simply made sense. Who wanted to be at war with themselves all the time?

A hand comes over his heart, and he laughs, quiet. "Fuck. I'm glad to hear it, really. That I could help. Or -- well, really, I think you helped yourself. And now look at what the two of you can do."