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Out Of Character Permissions

Out Of Character
Backtagging: Yes, always, even if it's been literal years.
Threadhopping: As long as you give me the heads up!
Fourthwalling: No.
Offensive subjects: I do have some hard nos: animal abuse, sexual assault/abuse and the like, but overall I'm more than happy to delve into dark subjects, let's just talk about it first.

In Character Permissions

In Character Hugging/kissing/flirting with this character: Yes.
Fighting with this character: 100% yes.
Injuring this character: Yes, of course.
Killing this character: No thank you.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Yes but I'd prefer plotting these roleplay elements.

Shipping

Everyone Gets a Ride
Fave: Jaskier, Yennefer
Yes:Mostly everyone else, including cross canon.
Maybe: Everyone aside from those listed in no. If you have an idea, send me a message and let's plot! I'm very open to ships.
No: Ciri. Underage (both players and characters).
Gen: Basically anyone.

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At least some of his fears might be assuaged when Vesemir comes into the lab, with Eskel on tow. He's still wearing the brace on his leg, but he has renewed hope that he might be able to heal this injury now that the remains of the leshen aren't festering in his body. And he's standing upright, no longer stooped with pain or weakness. He calls out to the bard, knowing how worried the human must be.

"It's alright now, Jaskier. No idea what happened, but...the wound is all but gone. Ruined that mattress though, probably. We'll have to find another one."

"Eskel," Jaskier says when they walk in. He doesn't exactly drop what he's doing, but it's a near thing. He carefully puts his knife down and makes sure that the herbs he'd been cutting won't fall, but then he's in front of Eskel, giving him a proper hug. It's strange, because he feels like he knows Eskel much better than the big Witcher knows him, and Jaskier is probably being a bit too affectionate with him, especially under three pairs of watchful eyes.

"Geralt went to kill the Leshen," he says. Eskel's wound healing could mean many things. The Leshen could be dead. It could have taken Geralt instead. There's no way for Jaskier to know.

Eskel looks Vesemir and the old man's mustache twitches thoughtfully.

"It could be that the leshen could not properly mark you. You were prevented from becoming its vessel when I pulled the main roots out of you." The master witcher notes. "But I could not get them all, if the infiltration was unusual, impacted by its mutations. It might be that the leshen was in mortal pain, tried to transfer to you, it couldn't properly without the full root system. Or it's death means the infiltration has purged itself. Both options likely mean Geralt had a successful hunt. We can hope, anyway."

Jaskier certainly hopes so. He cares so deeply for Geralt, and he can't imagine life without him now that they've reconnected once again. If something's happened to his Witcher, or to the little princess, Jaskier isn't sure what he will do. Even when they'd spent so many years apart, Jaskier had asked after Geralt, has listened for rumours of dead or injured Witchers. If Geralt had found him again only to go off and die... he doesn't know what he will do.

Perhaps Vesemir could let him stay. He could wander the frigid halls of Kaer Morhen for the remainder of his days, haunting them like a ghost.

He looks between Eskel and Vesemir, frowning. "If the wound is healed, why did you come up here?"

"To tell you the good news myself, I guess. Been laying around for long enough. And because I'll need a hand dragging that mattress out to the courtyard so I can burn it." Eskel says, stretching as if to emphasize that he's feeling less pain.

That changes things a little, and Jaskier is glad that he'd come. "I thought maybe... with the poison gone, Triss might be able to help with your leg," Jaskier says, shrugging. He hopes so, but there's no knowing, really. Not for him at least. He's not an expert in chaos.

"And you should ask Lambert to help you with the mattress. He's apparently been shirking his chores," he says with a teasing grin. "Now maybe we can find a larger mattress."

Depending on the chores in question, Lambert might be willing to help, Eskel figures. And he probably could stand to have a word with the ill-tempered younger wolf. Repairing his relationship to Geralt had been his priority, but he knows Geralt isn't the only one who probably suffered for having to see him go mad and turn on the rest of the keep.

As for his leg, he's not sure the mages can do much but the pain is so much less now. There's just the stiffness and the awkwardness of the missionary bone. But it's easier to limp about now and he finds himself less despairing of his chances of fixing it.

He calls for Lambert, who slinks into the room as if ashamed to have been caught lurking (along with the rest of the witchers) to listen to whatever drama had just transpired. He complains, of course, about having to help but the way he claps his brother on the shoulder and grins when he teases him shows his relief more than kinder words ever could.

Jaskier watches them go with a grin on his face. He's slept with Eskel already, he knows, but he can't help but think about how much better it will be now. Especially with Geralt there too. If Geralt's okay. But he has to be. Jaskier can't even consider him not being okay.

They really do need a larger bed, though.

Wanting to give Eskel and Lambert some time to talk, Jaskier stays with the sorceresses, helping prepare ingredients for another hour or so. He'll bully Geralt and Eskel into helping him find another mattress later. For now, he'd promised Vesemir he'd help in the kichen for dinner.

Eskel and Lambert sort out the mattress and the scarred witcher has time to talk to his brothers as they stand around watching the mattress burn.

And they wait for Geralt to come back. Eskel's on the verge of volunteering to go look for him when there's a cry from whoever's on watch to open the gates to let his brother and the young she-wolf that rode out with him.

Geralt rides back, Ciri at his side. He sees Lambert and Eskel first, surprised to see Eskel out of bed. He motions for Ciri to go on ahead and stops in front of his brothers. “Eskel? What are you doing out of bed? Is that my mattress?”

He can tell already that Eskel is doing better than he had been even this morning. It must be because his Leshen is dead, and the magic that Eskel had been plagued with dead alongside it.