[ This might hang over them for longer than they're willing to admit, she thinks — but then again, so much of Geralt did when it was only the two of them in Oxenfurt, a presence that existed even without their needing to give voice to it or discuss him explicitly. Perhaps a piece of him always would, regardless of whether he'd been here prior to either of their arrivals or had never appeared at all. Waking up to discover that only Jaskier shares the same degree of memories she possesses had not entered her consideration, but it only ends up being another tether between them — an unexpected link, and one she finds herself inclined to reach towards before she can think to question why she's less reluctant to do so around him now.

She doesn't have a full grasp on what Jaskier's motivations are for not divulging the full extent of his memories to Geralt, but she doesn't need it — still, she's tempted to give voice to a suggestion, maybe even a vow, that she won't consider the possibility of coming to regret later. ]

Then we don't.

[ She peers up to him, and if she's breathing a little harder than normal she hasn't noticed it yet, driven on ensuring that this next part leaves her with explicit clarity. ]

We tell him nothing. If he could experience this same strange sleep you did and acquire the memories anyway, then he should live them as he's intended to and not before.