She is right, her praises have brought joy to him and they renew the smile that has fallen over the course of his set. His delight is honest as he holds her hand--its warm and smaller than he thought it ought to be. It was strange, she was actually quite a delicate woman, fine fingered and slender armed. The air of confidence she projects is so great, it disguises her size.

"Could you?" he asks and he cannot keep the smile from his question. He stands, just as dramatically as he sat, hand still in her's and offers his elbow.

"Then let us away and continue in private," Jaskier decides, beaming.