He rolls his eyes, but it's good-natured. They descend the stairs together: unhurried, taking in the sights. The leaves shine with a near-emerald glow. The wine cellar is reminiscent of Jaskier's vineyard—an evolved form, in a sense. He can see it, too, the vintages Jaskier created in the Horizon.
He slides into the nook across from Jaskier. Sniffs the cup he's given. It's nice, the wine. For awhile, he's quiet. And then: ]
Have you spoken to her?
[ Since the summit. He just—he's not talked about it. But something about this place feels...safer. Like maybe he can broach the topic without feeling as though he's been hollowed out and wrung dry. ]
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He rolls his eyes, but it's good-natured. They descend the stairs together: unhurried, taking in the sights. The leaves shine with a near-emerald glow. The wine cellar is reminiscent of Jaskier's vineyard—an evolved form, in a sense. He can see it, too, the vintages Jaskier created in the Horizon.
He slides into the nook across from Jaskier. Sniffs the cup he's given. It's nice, the wine. For awhile, he's quiet. And then: ]
Have you spoken to her?
[ Since the summit. He just—he's not talked about it. But something about this place feels...safer. Like maybe he can broach the topic without feeling as though he's been hollowed out and wrung dry. ]