[The writing that appears in the middle of the night is far from the nicest he's ever done, sloppy with exhaustion and absolutely, overwhelming relief knotted together. He's only just woken up from after he's passed out from taking care of Geralt's wounds, post the efforts of holding his dead weight on a horse for over an hour.
The conversation with Hector over a week ago has sat uncomfortably with him all this time, and so he is the first one Jaskier reaches out to when he can grip consciousness long enough.]
Geralt is back home. Not from my doing, mind. I -- [And it cuts off as he's overcome with the truth of it. Now that he's been living nearly an entire month in a state of constant sickness, he's simply not sure how to feel now.] My apologies if I wake you. I'm not sure these messages even can. I wanted to tell you. Though, let me say, I was coming closer by the day to testing the viability of your plan.
time to break this bad boy in (around the end of November)
The conversation with Hector over a week ago has sat uncomfortably with him all this time, and so he is the first one Jaskier reaches out to when he can grip consciousness long enough.]
Geralt is back home. Not from my doing, mind. I -- [And it cuts off as he's overcome with the truth of it. Now that he's been living nearly an entire month in a state of constant sickness, he's simply not sure how to feel now.] My apologies if I wake you. I'm not sure these messages even can. I wanted to tell you. Though, let me say, I was coming closer by the day to testing the viability of your plan.