[He forces himself to hiss out the word in anger, instead of showing his hurt, his regret. Jaskier doesn't consider himself mean-spirited, but he was also not raised to be a doormat so he's not going to just... pretend everything is alright, and pretend Geralt's word didn't hurt. He knows Geralt was just lashing out at him out of misplaced anger, and part of him feel for the Witcher since he had just lost the woman he loved, the woman he will always love. But that doesn't make it sting any less.
He glances to the side then, realizing Geralt isn't alone- thinking, for a second, that he's been replaced. So quickly, so easily, a snap of the finger and someone else is following Geralt in his adventures, maybe he didn't even realize he was gone.
Then he actually sees the girl's eyes. A spitting image of Pavetta.]
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[He forces himself to hiss out the word in anger, instead of showing his hurt, his regret. Jaskier doesn't consider himself mean-spirited, but he was also not raised to be a doormat so he's not going to just... pretend everything is alright, and pretend Geralt's word didn't hurt. He knows Geralt was just lashing out at him out of misplaced anger, and part of him feel for the Witcher since he had just lost the woman he loved, the woman he will always love. But that doesn't make it sting any less.
He glances to the side then, realizing Geralt isn't alone- thinking, for a second, that he's been replaced. So quickly, so easily, a snap of the finger and someone else is following Geralt in his adventures, maybe he didn't even realize he was gone.
Then he actually sees the girl's eyes. A spitting image of Pavetta.]
... The princess?