[ His eyes sweep over her, taking her in. She looks uninjured right now, but he knows she's willed away her wounds. Something she had not bothered with after the Dimming. This is different, he can tell. It worries him. All of this worries him. The attack, the queen, the war. They're tangled up in it in ways he's never been before.
He closes the rest of the distance between them. Almost, at least. His hand hovers at her back. He curls his fingers into his palm instead, swallows. Pushes open the door leading into one of Jaskier's many rooms. There's wine in here and fuck knows they'll need it. ]
Thancred said you were unconscious for a time. [ His voice is quiet. She doesn't know. That he once spent months thinking her dead. Nursing a wounded heart he wasn't sure would ever heal. Then she was alive and in his arms only for—
He shakes it off. ] We're fine. Jaskier is home. Told me the queen's mage boy got what he deserved.
[ Silver linings, however slim. He steps over Moglad's prone form on the ground—no surprises he's in a drunken stupor—and pulls a bottle off a shelf. ]
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He closes the rest of the distance between them. Almost, at least. His hand hovers at her back. He curls his fingers into his palm instead, swallows. Pushes open the door leading into one of Jaskier's many rooms. There's wine in here and fuck knows they'll need it. ]
Thancred said you were unconscious for a time. [ His voice is quiet. She doesn't know. That he once spent months thinking her dead. Nursing a wounded heart he wasn't sure would ever heal. Then she was alive and in his arms only for—
He shakes it off. ] We're fine. Jaskier is home. Told me the queen's mage boy got what he deserved.
[ Silver linings, however slim. He steps over Moglad's prone form on the ground—no surprises he's in a drunken stupor—and pulls a bottle off a shelf. ]