[ Ciri lets him take her hand, giving his fingers a squeeze in return. ]
You're always someone I can trust. [ Here, and elsewhere. She says it without doubt or hesitation-- just a truth between them. But she looks into his eyes, keeping his hand in hers, leaning closer across the table with a faint wrinkle of worry between her brows. ]
You keep taking care of me. I wanted to give you something in return.
[ She's noticed. Lately, the way he's been, the faltering of his confidence, the hum of uncertainty and restlessness about him. The way he keeps saying that: that he's not useful, whatever the hell that means. That stupid song he'd been too clearly projecting something into, something that makes Ciri antsy and uncomfortable, worried for him. The Jaskier she knows is an overconfident fool, in the fondest, dearest of ways. Seeing him unsure of himself feels out of place, even if, at the same time, Ciri understands. With what had happened to Geralt, they're all a bit... off-kilter. ]
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[ Ciri lets him take her hand, giving his fingers a squeeze in return. ]
You're always someone I can trust. [ Here, and elsewhere. She says it without doubt or hesitation-- just a truth between them. But she looks into his eyes, keeping his hand in hers, leaning closer across the table with a faint wrinkle of worry between her brows. ]
You keep taking care of me. I wanted to give you something in return.
[ She's noticed. Lately, the way he's been, the faltering of his confidence, the hum of uncertainty and restlessness about him. The way he keeps saying that: that he's not useful, whatever the hell that means. That stupid song he'd been too clearly projecting something into, something that makes Ciri antsy and uncomfortable, worried for him. The Jaskier she knows is an overconfident fool, in the fondest, dearest of ways. Seeing him unsure of himself feels out of place, even if, at the same time, Ciri understands. With what had happened to Geralt, they're all a bit... off-kilter. ]
What's on your mind, Jaskier?