Jaskier is absolutely a man given to dramatics, they are practically the core of him, but he doesn't often look quite so utterly shattered when he hears news. His whole expression just breaks apart into a hundred pieces, somewhere between shock and finding out that the family dog has died. His hand settles on his chest in mock offense and he looks back at Roach--the V--

For a moment, Jaskier turns and tries to recall where Toussaint is in relation to Oxenfurt--but no, if Geralt had retired her so long ago she wouldn't still be grazing in a field. Oh, the poor girl--she'd been alone--

"Oh, dear, sweet girl--" Jaskier says and sounds more than a little faint. He looks at Roach, then, and back at Geralt, and then back at Roach. That meant this horse was how old--oh, bollocks, she was out of her prime then, wasn't she? Oh, he could not deal with the idea of meeting Roach VI.

"I--think I need a drink--" Jaskier announces suddenly and takes an uneasy step toward the inn. Another follows and then he's just sort of walking.