Geralt is always reachable by the network. Unless it's an emergency, expect not to hear back for a few hours, if not a few days.
To talk to him in person, you'll need to be in Cadens or go to his domain, a snowy mountain fortress. Yard is open; doors are locked. If he isn't around, leave a delivery with the white wolf.
[ Once Geralt understood what was happening, he's not bothered to make contact. Jaskier knows he's alive. He trusts the bard will tell who needs to know.
Yen included.
He doesn't expect to hear from her. Not out of heartlessness. There's just no point. They both grasp that. It is a waste of time, energy. She knows what he will say—that he is alive and that's all which matters—and he knows what she will say, too.
And in truth, he does not wish to touch on why, how, Ciri is fucking captured alongside him.
When her words scrawl across his vision, he nearly misses it. He hauls himself upright. Stares for a moment. How could she...?
no subject
Yen included.
He doesn't expect to hear from her. Not out of heartlessness. There's just no point. They both grasp that. It is a waste of time, energy. She knows what he will say—that he is alive and that's all which matters—and he knows what she will say, too.
And in truth, he does not wish to touch on why, how, Ciri is fucking captured alongside him.
When her words scrawl across his vision, he nearly misses it. He hauls himself upright. Stares for a moment. How could she...?
Ah. Mm. Jaskier. ]
I'm not going anywhere.