"The head?" Jaskier repeated dumbly and blinked. His hands stilled on Geralt's arm and his brow dipped as he thought back. "Oh the roadside, I'm afraid--I hadn't the time to--"

Oh.

Oh no.

Jaskier paled and his blue eyes went wide as he looked back and met Geralt's. Contradicting his own assurances was a dreadful faux-pas, of course, but that wasn't the thought that snared his tongue. He gaped a moment and then swallowed.

"Um," Jaskier started, hesitantly. He felt like he was observing his own body from afar. "It's...right across from...your sword."