Handsome blue eyes have that glow and joy in them again. Good. Valdo Marx cannot and should not steal every light and sweet emotion from him. It's already a crime that he has misspent her dearest friend's youth. No wonder he is a man about every town. People who tread on your heart leave a hole, she has found. Living with it is possible, painful, but possible, the next coarse of action is to fill it. Jaskier gets back affection in small ways from the good people that are hungry for his song. Along the way he captures so many eyes and hearts. Hopping from one to the next to gain what he can of affection. He needs it, he deserves it.

Life has not given him the innate good standing with blood relatives, that's fine. Familial love is what starts a person in the world. That buoyant spirit and good nature he possesses automatically makes him easily to be close to. Add in his humor, his pleasing and good manners and any would be lucky to have him. He is far too young to feel the greatest passion of his was behind him at the age of sixteen.

She is drawn closer to him, the storm between them has subsided. The stuffy room doesn't stifle the fragrance of lilac and gooseberries. Few things actually do.

Her eyes widen at his admission. "Truly? Gods, Jaskier what are we doing here now?" She knows. This is a wonderful, unexpected place. A hidden treasure of his past and heart. He has shown her so much of himself in these precious, little ways. "Have you tried it yet? Is it really so easy?"