Geralt awoke as Jaskier started trying to peel away the bandages around his ribs. It was slow work and Jaskier had to cut them more than a few times with the fine little shears he kept in his sewing kit. The Witcher grabbed him around the elbow, grip as firm as he could make it (Jaskier assumed) and found it not nearly as strong or punishing as the grip that first night--oh, oh that was unfortunate.
But Geralt didn't let go, or lurch, or even release his elbow. His hand shifted and Jaskier couldn't help but smile. Geralt wasn't just present--he was awake!
"Here, hang on--I'll stop just, here--"
He had gotten the man a cup and pitcher, but curled as he was, it would be very hard to move him to drink. Instead he snatched up the waterskin he'd set aside to clean off the wound beneath the bandages. It was newly refilled, it would be fine--he pressed that to Geralt's mouth and gave him a moment before he tilted it.
"You sound awful, my friend," Jaskier told him and oh, he sounded far too fond and misty eyed. He cleared his own throat and that corrected his tone, somewhat. "Barely terrifying at all."
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But Geralt didn't let go, or lurch, or even release his elbow. His hand shifted and Jaskier couldn't help but smile. Geralt wasn't just present--he was awake!
"Here, hang on--I'll stop just, here--"
He had gotten the man a cup and pitcher, but curled as he was, it would be very hard to move him to drink. Instead he snatched up the waterskin he'd set aside to clean off the wound beneath the bandages. It was newly refilled, it would be fine--he pressed that to Geralt's mouth and gave him a moment before he tilted it.
"You sound awful, my friend," Jaskier told him and oh, he sounded far too fond and misty eyed. He cleared his own throat and that corrected his tone, somewhat. "Barely terrifying at all."