Valdo flounces off, filled to the very brim with swaggering delight about how foolish he had managed to make Jaskier appear. Jaskier watched him, glowering openly all the while, and then found himself with an angry Yennefer staring him down. It has been some time since he saw any version of this look upon her face and it takes him a moment to catch back up.
"Of course I knew that," Jaskier snaps, waspishly, his tone still lingering from his sparring with Valdo. All of him is drawn tight, ready to fight or flee and he has to shake the sensation aside.
He releases her at once and holds up his hands in surrender. One deep breath becomes a few quick ones and he scrubs his hands through his hair. His outfit is far too cheerful a color, he finds.
"I'm sorry," he says, earnestly and softly and with some urgency. "I'm sorry," he repeats and holds out a hand to see if she will offer hers again. "I...lose a bit of myself when I am around that cad, I cannot help it."
It was the same as any of his loves. Valdo Marx made him furious beyond reason. Geralt of Rivia made him utterly lonely. The Countess de Stael made him soppy and sighing. Yennefer--
"Forgive me, please," he begs into the space between them. Their drama is being watched but this, if anything, is a far less entertaining fare than the previous spat. He considers explaining, there and then, as any of his other loves would have demanded...but he expects Yennefer would not appreciate their being overheard so keenly.
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"Of course I knew that," Jaskier snaps, waspishly, his tone still lingering from his sparring with Valdo. All of him is drawn tight, ready to fight or flee and he has to shake the sensation aside.
He releases her at once and holds up his hands in surrender. One deep breath becomes a few quick ones and he scrubs his hands through his hair. His outfit is far too cheerful a color, he finds.
"I'm sorry," he says, earnestly and softly and with some urgency. "I'm sorry," he repeats and holds out a hand to see if she will offer hers again. "I...lose a bit of myself when I am around that cad, I cannot help it."
It was the same as any of his loves. Valdo Marx made him furious beyond reason. Geralt of Rivia made him utterly lonely. The Countess de Stael made him soppy and sighing. Yennefer--
"Forgive me, please," he begs into the space between them. Their drama is being watched but this, if anything, is a far less entertaining fare than the previous spat. He considers explaining, there and then, as any of his other loves would have demanded...but he expects Yennefer would not appreciate their being overheard so keenly.