The song definitely made Geralt want to dunk Jaskier, but the impulse was pushed down and he gave the pair room before following after out of the fountain, dripping water behind him on his way to the stables. It seemed that no one was in a hurry to assist with the horse now, which was well enough, and also no one seemed keen to help the two men still crying on the ground-- which was better. He watched Jaskier undo the stable door... which was odd. Perhaps the stable boy had closed it after the horse had gotten out? He supposed it was a possibility except that the fountain was in clear view from here and he thought that a blind man would probably be hard-pressed to forget such a mount.

He was standing and examining the latch when he heard the commotion; he caught the kelpie's head jerking back from the post and the release of Roach's teeth--

And all of a sudden, as wet as he was, Geralt was feeling much better. Hay stuck to his wet boots as he came into the barn and stopped in front of Roach's stall. She hung her head and he scratched behind her ears until he got a nudge in the chest. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and positively sweet.