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You've had your moments, whether we wish to acknowledge them or not. And you have to know you denying it makes me want to insist upon it all the more.

Besides, what ball? I don't know what you're talking about.

[All he knows is Valdo Marx is (probably) dead because of some event or another that he was not invited or privy to. Which, considering the circumstances in retrospect, perhaps he's very thankful for that.]

From what I remember, this is hardly the first time you've been on the run. With equally unsavory company. You survived that, need I remind you? You'll survive again.

You must live long enough for my newest song.

Your insistence changes nothing where the facts are concerned.

No, this is hardly my first time.
I just prefer it with better company.
Survival is never really the question, either, for any of us.

Though it is about time you wrote me a new song, I think.

You can just say you miss me. That you wish my illustrious company was with you.

And I would, perhaps, in some way, agree. That my company would be much more suited to your particular brand of constructive criticism, for one.

Is this your own roundabout way of admitting you need my advice, dear husband?
Or do you just miss our banter?

You are also free to state how much you miss me, without your hypotheticals.
I'm not certain how much energy I have for the potentials right now.

Yennefer, for gods' sakes, aren't you (not us) a bit old for this? I am allowed to miss you. Especially when you're on the run, and in danger.

Which is actually the only time I may miss you, so continue to be so if it so pleases you. I know my attention is as succulent as a peach, and you are a greedy little... petty peach-eater.

Not your strongest. Would you like to try again, or...?
Though I suppose it does take my own imminent danger and, or, demise to get your attention.
Have the Cities truly taken up that much of your focus?
I recall how highly regarded you were some time ago, so I can't say I'm surprised.

I do miss you, Jaskier.
I miss you all.

[ those last words come after some pause. ]

Oh, shut it. I'm under a lot of pressure. I never claimed to be perfect.

[Not in Yennefer's earshot, anyway.

There she is. The soft-spoken girl in his caravan, who spoke the truth too soon. Who loved his song, and was as soft-hearted as the peaches he's taunted her with.]

I know. Stay in touch, Yennefer. If I can extend my help to you, you can be sure it is yours.

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