He can hiss and snap all he likes. She doesn't flinch. It's still impressive coming out from him. The bubbling energy from before has been turned on its head. Figures that a man so unsavory would do such a thing. That only strengthens her resolve to make an utter fool of him. Jaskier is jolly by nature. He must have naturally flown to such heights all on his own before his heart was broken. That was all Valdo Marx's fault. She thinks of the words they shared over peach vodka. What he is as a man today is partially attributed to that cad. The lessons learned had taught him to be better. The wounds are still very real.

Without a second thought she takes his hand again, it's a slow, purposeful gesture. Her tone and eyes have softened. The proud, puffed up nature of him as deflated. The energy has been spent on that outburst. They are still on the street, still for so many eyes to see. For now they must look like lovers reconciling. "Remember I am no mere woman. I don't need a protector. He needs protection from me."

The continued apologies cut quickly through any menace or additional scolding. The blue of his eyes searching her own eyes. "I do. I forgive you. Going forward have faith in me." She had come to be here for Jaskier. Avenging his broken heart and years of well documented trauma and enjoying a laugh as they point and snicker. Valdo cannot and will not spoil everything. "Come, let us get back to where we were going. I will tell you more." Which will also be a means to put him at ease. Perhaps that was a bit of a strong transition.