Roach begins following Jaskier first and Geralt sighs, continuing after and letting her pull him along for a silent minute before he makes his boots move to catch up with the bard. "Hold it together," he roughs out, smacking Jaskier on the back of the closest shoulder. "I gave her to a family who needed a cart horse." Yes, yes, he was soft. But she'd served him well and had deserved some years of light work and open pastures without griffins around. "She spent the rest of her days in hay and oats.

"Besides, you've know this Roach," he holds up the reins in demonstration, "far longer. But now I know that when I retire her I'll make sure to do it out of your eyesight, least there be tears." And there was no way that Geralt would tell Jaskier about the original Roach, or Roach the third. Outside the inn he hobbles the current version and holds the door open for the dazed bard.