[It hadn't really occurred to Jaskier just how worried he was about the possibility of Geralt being dead until this very second, while hit by the relief of seeing him alive.
The townspeople, upon realising he clearly knows Geralt and therefore will have someone to gently (hah!) break the news to him, all begin to back off. Some of the panic abates. He's not their problem, anymore. He's Geralt's.
Jaskier, for his part, makes his relief obvious.]
Oh, you oblivious fucker. You think you can disappear clean off the face of the continent, and your very best friend won't even bat an eyelash?
[He says it sort of like it's a joke, but at the same time he strides forward, grasping at Geralt's arms as if to reassure himself that he's solid and present and actually there.]
Where the fuck have you been, Geralt? Here, the whole time? Because no offense, but this doesn't exactly look like Witcher work central.
Jaskier, [ Geralt repeats, grasping his arms as well. ] You shouldn't have come. It's too dangerous.
[ He's been so thankful that he and Jaskier had been separated when he heard about this curse and found out what was truly going on here. He'd been so relieved that Jaskier wouldn't be in danger, but now, here he is. ]
Come with me, [ he says in a low voice, tugging Jaskier into the house he's been staying at. Once he gets Jaskier settled on a chair, he sits across from him, not entirely sure where to start. ]
You shouldn't have come. This town is cursed. It's true I've been here this whole time but it's because no one can escape. The curse holds us here, and there are monsters that come at night. They're not like anything I've ever seen before, and I can't fucking kill them.
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The townspeople, upon realising he clearly knows Geralt and therefore will have someone to gently (hah!) break the news to him, all begin to back off. Some of the panic abates. He's not their problem, anymore. He's Geralt's.
Jaskier, for his part, makes his relief obvious.]
Oh, you oblivious fucker. You think you can disappear clean off the face of the continent, and your very best friend won't even bat an eyelash?
[He says it sort of like it's a joke, but at the same time he strides forward, grasping at Geralt's arms as if to reassure himself that he's solid and present and actually there.]
Where the fuck have you been, Geralt? Here, the whole time? Because no offense, but this doesn't exactly look like Witcher work central.
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[ He's been so thankful that he and Jaskier had been separated when he heard about this curse and found out what was truly going on here. He'd been so relieved that Jaskier wouldn't be in danger, but now, here he is. ]
Come with me, [ he says in a low voice, tugging Jaskier into the house he's been staying at. Once he gets Jaskier settled on a chair, he sits across from him, not entirely sure where to start. ]
You shouldn't have come. This town is cursed. It's true I've been here this whole time but it's because no one can escape. The curse holds us here, and there are monsters that come at night. They're not like anything I've ever seen before, and I can't fucking kill them.