"He is exceptional with academic arrangements, big fussy showy things," Jaskier admits and grimaces. "He thrives in Cidaris because they adore that dreck in their court, and in a few others where pomp serves better than sense."

He rolls his eyes, as if the idea mystifies him, and lets out a short sigh.

"I do. Much though I loathe him, some part of me will always be sixteen and Valdo will always be the charming man who saw value in me without my family name. I know, I know, it sickens me as well."

He shakes his head and holds out a hand to tangle their fingers again.

"I have them with my lute, you can have them whenever you like," he tells her. "And you are welcome to stay with me for the festival, if you like. The room I acquired is quite spectacular and I would be happy to share it in any capacity you wish."