Geralt and Roach (the V) walk on a few steps-- Geralt still talking-- before he realizes that Jaskier has stopped moving. The reins spool out as he turns. "Jaskier--"

Oh.

That is quite the pitch he reaches.

Geralt works his jaw slightly and then shrugs. He looks back at Roach as if considering though he knows the answer well enough. His black, spiked gloves work a section of her mane over to his side and she gives her head a shake before lowering it to clip at weeds pushing up from between the paving stones. The metal on her tack jingles. "Two," he agrees with her, looking calmly back to Jaskier. "Posada was Roach the fourth. She had a stocking on her left foreleg. Tail was shorter. When we parted ways near Toussaint, I retired her."