Yes? Really? Then we must. I'll find something for us. I have an idea, actually. And if it it's a surprise, neither of you can turn me down.
[This is a first: despite his moving on, he feels a twinge. A twinge like guilt, which is far from something Jaskier frequently experiences. He sees how Ciri smiles back, how it's real, but --]
I'd love one. I'll make them this time. [He slides off his chair, grabbing both mugs. He only pauses by her for a moment, leaning down to kiss her cheek. An explanation. Or an apology. Or a thank you. It could be all of them. If anyone deserves to know, to ask him and get a real answer, it's Ciri. She... she notices him in a way that few do. In a way he does trust this time she holds ahead of him, where they were more than acquainted. Perhaps he could even be called family.
He returns to the pot of heating milk and chocolate, dusting it with a bit of cinnamon.
Jaskier is quiet. And then:] My magic has gone erratic. [He begins pouring the milk, now spiced, into the mugs, but doesn't turn to her yet. His shoulders tighten.] I'm sure it's nothing serious, and it isn't dangerous, but... it's put some things into perspective for me.
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[This is a first: despite his moving on, he feels a twinge. A twinge like guilt, which is far from something Jaskier frequently experiences. He sees how Ciri smiles back, how it's real, but --]
I'd love one. I'll make them this time. [He slides off his chair, grabbing both mugs. He only pauses by her for a moment, leaning down to kiss her cheek. An explanation. Or an apology. Or a thank you. It could be all of them. If anyone deserves to know, to ask him and get a real answer, it's Ciri. She... she notices him in a way that few do. In a way he does trust this time she holds ahead of him, where they were more than acquainted. Perhaps he could even be called family.
He returns to the pot of heating milk and chocolate, dusting it with a bit of cinnamon.
Jaskier is quiet. And then:] My magic has gone erratic. [He begins pouring the milk, now spiced, into the mugs, but doesn't turn to her yet. His shoulders tighten.] I'm sure it's nothing serious, and it isn't dangerous, but... it's put some things into perspective for me.