Jaskier doesn't quite hear the rest of what Geralt says, his advise about purchasing horses, because he just stops, mid-stride and stares at him in abject, mute horror when he declares that this is Roach V. Jaskier is positively aghast as he looks from Geralt to Roach back to Geralt again.

"The fifth?" He asks, voice strangled and timbre so high it's nearing a range only hounds can hear. "Is this the same--how many of them have I known!?"

He'd known Geralt for twenty years--Roach had been a lovely mare when he met the Witcher in Posada. Geralt had been on his own for more than a few years in their acquaintance--was this not the same--