"He is, isn't he," Geralt grumbles as he forces himself to sit up. He'd slept far too long, and he's sure to pay for it during training today. He just hopes the old man takes pity on him, since he's made up with Eskel now, and that's one thing that Vesemir can stop worrying about. He reaches for the food Jaskier's brough only to have his hand slapped away. Before he has the chance to school his features, he knows that Jaskier has seen the shocked look on them.

"Not for you, Geralt. You can make it to the mess hall yourself. This is for Eskel."

Perhaps Jaskier is still punishing him for the mountain. It's fine. Geralt deserves it.

"What do you need help with? And I don't think I have time for a sponge bath, so you'll have to handle that on your own."

Jaskier shoots him a sweet smile, which makes Geralt very aware that he's up to something. "Potions." He hands the bottles over to him. "Apparently I can't be nearby while he's taking them. Not good for humans, or something. Don't worry, I can take care of the sexy spongebath on my own."