[Jaskier purses his lips.] You don't take horses on walks.

[Er. He's fairly sure. Horses sort of walk themselves... anyway, that is far from the point. The point is Mog mostly takes care of himself, and Jaskier adores him and will not let anything happen to him. The other point is that he finds it delightful Geralt simply cannot help himself and is already attempting to father a young gryphon on top of his other responsibilities.

Jaskier throws a cracker at his head.] Don't you even jest! He is not getting turned into anything except a beloved family pet. He's already helped me tremendously.

[Not being alone, for one. And... simply, having him around makes Jaskier's heart warmer. He's wonderful company at the plant stand, for one.]