[One of the men goes flying, and Jaskier turns with wide eyes to gratefully thank his saviour-
And the words dry up in his throat like a flower crammed between the pages of a book. Instead of thinking about where they last left off, or of the bitterness and hurt he's still very capable of stewing in, Jaskier focuses on something easy- anger.]
Oh, that's rich! Let's just assume Jaskier's done something to deserve literally being robbed! How very wonderful to see you too!
[He's loathe to admit it to himself, but truthfully Jaskier is pleased to hear Geralt's voice as well.
Despite his bitching, he places himself at Geralt's back, facing the opposite direction so that he might at least be useful by preventing any sneaky (ill advised) attacks. Preventing, in this case, should be read as yelling loudly about.]
WOW
And the words dry up in his throat like a flower crammed between the pages of a book. Instead of thinking about where they last left off, or of the bitterness and hurt he's still very capable of stewing in, Jaskier focuses on something easy- anger.]
Oh, that's rich! Let's just assume Jaskier's done something to deserve literally being robbed! How very wonderful to see you too!
[He's loathe to admit it to himself, but truthfully Jaskier is pleased to hear Geralt's voice as well.
Despite his bitching, he places himself at Geralt's back, facing the opposite direction so that he might at least be useful by preventing any sneaky (ill advised) attacks. Preventing, in this case, should be read as yelling loudly about.]
Uh- Geralt!