[ He gets it. He spent decades alone but he was never without his horse. There's a simplicity to that sort of loyal companionship. Besides, it's as Jaskier said: the toy gryphon is only a danger to small lizards. Not even then. He's seen several escape its valiant hunting efforts. He can't quite call it a monster, in truth. A little beast, perhaps.
Healing and time. He lowers his gaze. He knows. When you heal, the scars remain. They don't ever disappear. Jaskier still carries the burns on his fingers. Geralt still bears the scar down his spine, the lashes that mark his back. He can feel it when he bends, how the skin flexes not as it once did there. His dreams have not left him, either. In the desert, alone, he sleeps more often solely for the fact that he need not worry who will hear him in the night. ]
I haven't got elsewhere to be. [ He'll stay. He wants the calm for a bit longer. He finished the shelves, the bed. No contract to fill. Not much left for him to bury himself in. ] You?
[ He'll be here either way, whether Jaskier is with him or not. But admittedly, the company is...good. ]
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Healing and time. He lowers his gaze. He knows. When you heal, the scars remain. They don't ever disappear. Jaskier still carries the burns on his fingers. Geralt still bears the scar down his spine, the lashes that mark his back. He can feel it when he bends, how the skin flexes not as it once did there. His dreams have not left him, either. In the desert, alone, he sleeps more often solely for the fact that he need not worry who will hear him in the night. ]
I haven't got elsewhere to be. [ He'll stay. He wants the calm for a bit longer. He finished the shelves, the bed. No contract to fill. Not much left for him to bury himself in. ] You?
[ He'll be here either way, whether Jaskier is with him or not. But admittedly, the company is...good. ]