[ He's trusted Jaskier to pass on that he's alive; it's truthfully all he wants anyone to know. That he spent the last few days on death's door is not information they need to hear.
Besides, the garbled letters are a fucking headache. She isn't wrong that he hated sending them, and hated reading them even more—only did when someone wrote to him first. After weeks of that bullshit, he doesn't even think to try. Especially not with a band of humans freezing in the snow, two so hopeless they can't make a fucking fire to save their lives.
It isn't until Julie's handwriting shimmers across the frosted ground that he realizes: it's perfectly clear. ]
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Besides, the garbled letters are a fucking headache. She isn't wrong that he hated sending them, and hated reading them even more—only did when someone wrote to him first. After weeks of that bullshit, he doesn't even think to try. Especially not with a band of humans freezing in the snow, two so hopeless they can't make a fucking fire to save their lives.
It isn't until Julie's handwriting shimmers across the frosted ground that he realizes: it's perfectly clear. ]
Julie.
You can read this?