Eskel snorts, turning half his face into the pillow.
"Not the kind of witcher they write songs about." He reminds the bard. "And I can hear Geralt bragging whenever I want. Come sing me a song about somethin' else though, if you want." Maybe it'll keep the bard out of everyone else's way. They can be useless together, shut up in this out of the way room.
He does feel better though, at the moment. He supposes two satisfying releases in a row will do that, combined with food and feeling a little bit cleaner. It's hard for him to articulate his gratitude but he hoped Jaskier is accustomed enough to the social shortcomings of witchers that he won't be too bothered. That the fact that Eskel might actually just roll over and go to sleep as if almost-comfortable for the first time in a long time will be a sufficient illustration of the good it's done him.
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"Not the kind of witcher they write songs about." He reminds the bard. "And I can hear Geralt bragging whenever I want. Come sing me a song about somethin' else though, if you want." Maybe it'll keep the bard out of everyone else's way. They can be useless together, shut up in this out of the way room.
He does feel better though, at the moment. He supposes two satisfying releases in a row will do that, combined with food and feeling a little bit cleaner. It's hard for him to articulate his gratitude but he hoped Jaskier is accustomed enough to the social shortcomings of witchers that he won't be too bothered. That the fact that Eskel might actually just roll over and go to sleep as if almost-comfortable for the first time in a long time will be a sufficient illustration of the good it's done him.