"I did!" Jaskier chirped eagerly, glad that he'd been able to follow that direction, that it had worked. Just as quickly, though, he realized his juvenile the pride in his tone was. He used the energy of his response to push himself up from his kneel and hide the sudden flush up across his face.
"We will have to have a talk about how you label those bottles, by the way," Jaskier scolds idly and, while he was ginger in setting down the water skin, leaving it where Geralt could reach it, he was less precious about snapping up that cold wet cloth.
He could fetch more water but that would be terribly slow. It had been tolerable because Geralt had been out cold and immovable...but now, now he could actually tend to him, could actually clean.
"I can have a bath readied if you think you can tolerate one?"
He had only bled through in a few places, the rest of Jaskier's work had remained in tact.
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"We will have to have a talk about how you label those bottles, by the way," Jaskier scolds idly and, while he was ginger in setting down the water skin, leaving it where Geralt could reach it, he was less precious about snapping up that cold wet cloth.
He could fetch more water but that would be terribly slow. It had been tolerable because Geralt had been out cold and immovable...but now, now he could actually tend to him, could actually clean.
"I can have a bath readied if you think you can tolerate one?"
He had only bled through in a few places, the rest of Jaskier's work had remained in tact.