[A sound pierces through the domain that sounds like... like a song, but disjointed, the pitch off. But it is not like Nidhogg's song, and though the sound of it is a bit unnerving, he feels perfectly safe in Estinien's domain.
He looks up, however, as his bird gives a cry of affirmation. Ah. He is here.
Admittedly, there is certainly the weight of apprehension in his own heart as he waits. The knight may not even come; it wouldn't be the first time he's been avoided. And it would be... well. Disappointing. But there's only so much he can do.
Surely if he's here, he's all right? (Hah, right. As Jaskier, too, was all right all the times he came here.) He rubs a sheep's ear and attempts to not worry too hard about it. He'll come, or Jaskier will wait and return to his body with no new information. He may have to choke it out of Geralt.
But he comes. The flap of wings, and a change in the air. He looks up with a small smile, standing. That greeting bodes well. It really, really does. (Not.)] Estinien. [He holds his hands in front of him, the sheep free to steal pierogi out of the basket at his feet. Fingers wringing together, Jaskier looks nearly... nervous.] My friend, how are you? Are you all right? I heard about... what happened, at the Dimming. Well, heard, you know, as much as Geralt says about anything. Were you hurt?
[It's possibly a stupid question to open up with.]
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He looks up, however, as his bird gives a cry of affirmation. Ah. He is here.
Admittedly, there is certainly the weight of apprehension in his own heart as he waits. The knight may not even come; it wouldn't be the first time he's been avoided. And it would be... well. Disappointing. But there's only so much he can do.
Surely if he's here, he's all right? (Hah, right. As Jaskier, too, was all right all the times he came here.) He rubs a sheep's ear and attempts to not worry too hard about it. He'll come, or Jaskier will wait and return to his body with no new information. He may have to choke it out of Geralt.
But he comes. The flap of wings, and a change in the air. He looks up with a small smile, standing. That greeting bodes well. It really, really does. (Not.)] Estinien. [He holds his hands in front of him, the sheep free to steal pierogi out of the basket at his feet. Fingers wringing together, Jaskier looks nearly... nervous.] My friend, how are you? Are you all right? I heard about... what happened, at the Dimming. Well, heard, you know, as much as Geralt says about anything. Were you hurt?
[It's possibly a stupid question to open up with.]