Geralt finds it funny. Or maybe not funny exactly. He doesn't laugh himself, and he's never going to responsible for any knee-slappers. But he does enjoy saying it. Perhaps it's wishful thinking or the emotional exhaustion of the past few months, but Jaskier's presence is comforting.

He shrugs none the less, quietly smug in his ribbing.

"We'll make sure the one we find you isn't hungry." It's easy to say. Maybe easy to do, too, as long as they keep the beast well fed. "And stupid enough not to pull anything smart. Luck might be on our side, none of them seem clever."

The last part, he directs at the mare he's feeding. The good thing about horses: they don't know what you're saying, and they don't especially care.

"Walking is out of the question."