[At the mention of Geralt's continued, unending silence, Jaskier shrugs his shoulders, nodding in a silent gesture of fair, fair because that is absolutely a Geralt problem and not a Jaskier problem. Jaskier could befriend and get anyone else on the damned Continent to open up—even Yennefer of all people, who has never been his biggest fan—but Geralt? Befriend, sure, but talk? Hardly. There are more conversation offerings with Roach than with Geralt.]
[But Jaskier is relieved Yennefer isn't telling him to fuck off or otherwise mind his business. Even if he's had to dress it up as a use me sort of situation rather than offering directly, she's accepting his help and even going so far as to give him something very specific to do. Something that even Yennefer has to admit she wouldn't have nearly as much luck with at least not while she's the bride-to-be.]
Oh, no, yeah, sure, whatever it takes, [Jaskier says, pantomiming agreement quite unconvincingly and poorly. But that probably shouldn't come as any surprise to Yennefer. Unlike Geralt and Yennefer who silently resign themselves and provide no recognition of a limit, respectively, Jaskier is the first to balk when the price of something raises a little higher than he's necessarily comfortable with. But he also knows there's no talking Yennefer down from a ledge, at least not a ledge that they haven't even found yet. They'll have to cross that bridge when they get there.] But, um? Yennefer? I know you're not trying to pay much mind to your appearance, distraction and all that, but...
[Jaskier purses his lips as he reaches over much like one does when trying to muster up the courage to touch while simultaneously recognizing touching is a good way to lose a finger if not an entire hand by minimizing the amount of contact. He attempts smoothing down a few flyaways that have managed to manifest themselves into existence while she's been toiling away.]
And I do mean this in the nicest way I possibly, I cannot stress that enough, [he says, recognizing the attempt at smoothing her hair while barely touching her is not proving to be the most successful and he decides fuck it and risks his hand with a little more contact.] But as good as it is to see you, I was serious. You do look a little shit.
[He returns his hand before he loses it.]
I think it's alright to let yourself be distracted long enough to freshen up. Hell, maybe even throw in a nap if you feel so inclined. That's what you usually do anyway, yeah? Leave everyone else to do the dirty work for you while you lay about and I don't know, eat sweets and drink your apple juice or something?
[He knows that's not it at all. Yennefer is far from shy about getting her own hands dirty. But it paints a prettier picture of someone in control and with the full extent of their power, and Jaskier has to imagine there's some version of her ideal life where that's the case. And if part of his job is to make sure she doesn't get too distracted, then that also means he has to allow some. Maybe even encourage it a little.]
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[But Jaskier is relieved Yennefer isn't telling him to fuck off or otherwise mind his business. Even if he's had to dress it up as a use me sort of situation rather than offering directly, she's accepting his help and even going so far as to give him something very specific to do. Something that even Yennefer has to admit she wouldn't have nearly as much luck with at least not while she's the bride-to-be.]
Oh, no, yeah, sure, whatever it takes, [Jaskier says, pantomiming agreement quite unconvincingly and poorly. But that probably shouldn't come as any surprise to Yennefer. Unlike Geralt and Yennefer who silently resign themselves and provide no recognition of a limit, respectively, Jaskier is the first to balk when the price of something raises a little higher than he's necessarily comfortable with. But he also knows there's no talking Yennefer down from a ledge, at least not a ledge that they haven't even found yet. They'll have to cross that bridge when they get there.] But, um? Yennefer? I know you're not trying to pay much mind to your appearance, distraction and all that, but...
[Jaskier purses his lips as he reaches over much like one does when trying to muster up the courage to touch while simultaneously recognizing touching is a good way to lose a finger if not an entire hand by minimizing the amount of contact. He attempts smoothing down a few flyaways that have managed to manifest themselves into existence while she's been toiling away.]
And I do mean this in the nicest way I possibly, I cannot stress that enough, [he says, recognizing the attempt at smoothing her hair while barely touching her is not proving to be the most successful and he decides fuck it and risks his hand with a little more contact.] But as good as it is to see you, I was serious. You do look a little shit.
[He returns his hand before he loses it.]
I think it's alright to let yourself be distracted long enough to freshen up. Hell, maybe even throw in a nap if you feel so inclined. That's what you usually do anyway, yeah? Leave everyone else to do the dirty work for you while you lay about and I don't know, eat sweets and drink your apple juice or something?
[He knows that's not it at all. Yennefer is far from shy about getting her own hands dirty. But it paints a prettier picture of someone in control and with the full extent of their power, and Jaskier has to imagine there's some version of her ideal life where that's the case. And if part of his job is to make sure she doesn't get too distracted, then that also means he has to allow some. Maybe even encourage it a little.]