Jaskier withdrew the skin when Geralt pushed it aside and, for some reason, drew it back to his chest like it was armor. He had no idea why he adopted that pose, barely even noticed he'd done it--he didn't offer Geralt a smile, then, his look still too closely bordered to worry for anything else to dash across his face.
The question was a good one, though, and Jaskier had to think for a long time--had to glance aback at the window behind him.
"Uh...six days, I think," he told him and gradually forced himself to lower that skin. To seem more casual than he felt.
"I'm not terribly sure, actually," Jaskier admitted a moment later and forced a small (somewhat wooden) smile across his face. "I've barely been paying attention."
Oh! But that did beg additional questions.
"How do you feel?"
It was a stupid question, given everything, but Jaskier asked it on reflex. Did he feel like he was going to die? It was preferrable to dying, he supposed. He didn't look nearly as bad--Melitele's mercy he looked so much improved. Except for his side--fuck, he'd fallen asleep trying to soak those bandages off. He'd have to deal with it...but: later.
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The question was a good one, though, and Jaskier had to think for a long time--had to glance aback at the window behind him.
"Uh...six days, I think," he told him and gradually forced himself to lower that skin. To seem more casual than he felt.
"I'm not terribly sure, actually," Jaskier admitted a moment later and forced a small (somewhat wooden) smile across his face. "I've barely been paying attention."
Oh! But that did beg additional questions.
"How do you feel?"
It was a stupid question, given everything, but Jaskier asked it on reflex. Did he feel like he was going to die? It was preferrable to dying, he supposed. He didn't look nearly as bad--Melitele's mercy he looked so much improved. Except for his side--fuck, he'd fallen asleep trying to soak those bandages off. He'd have to deal with it...but: later.