[Jaskier glances at his friend a few times, but otherwise doesn't comment on his state of being. Geralt looks the same, really, but in a way he doesn't. Something is bothering him. But... there is some merit in that he looks a bit calmer here.

Jaskier's domain is much more intentional this time. It' good to see the intention behind it is... good. Helpful, even.

Jaskier swirls his wine, plucking up a small, blunt knife to cut through a bit of cheese. His fingers squish into it accidentally at the question.]

There's a lot of hers this could be, Geralt. As you know, I'm magnanimous towards the fairer sex, as you well know, and so very popular. [He sips, putting the glass down as he leans back with a sigh. There's only one her to Geralt, though.] Yes. We speak. I saw her at the summit, and we send those little... thoughts. Whatever you may call them. I imagine you have not?

[It's an idle question, only curious. It requires no explanation.]