For those nights when I'm most inspired. You know, when all your ideas come to you the moment you start to fall asleep?
[It's happened more than once, especially on the road. It's why, even when he's sleeping in a bed in an inn, Jaskier keeps his songbook right next to where he lays, with a full ink well and a quill. He's lost too many good lyrics by being too comfortable to get up to write them.
But. Yes. Also nightmares. They're not as terrible as they could be, however. Not now that Geralt has returned.]
Ah! Would you? Perhaps we can mix up something together. [He doesn't mind the help at all. He's no witch; there's no misguided pride to place in the potions he makes alone.] You know, I think I found a recipe for a potion for another sort of vitality.
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[It's happened more than once, especially on the road. It's why, even when he's sleeping in a bed in an inn, Jaskier keeps his songbook right next to where he lays, with a full ink well and a quill. He's lost too many good lyrics by being too comfortable to get up to write them.
But. Yes. Also nightmares. They're not as terrible as they could be, however. Not now that Geralt has returned.]
Ah! Would you? Perhaps we can mix up something together. [He doesn't mind the help at all. He's no witch; there's no misguided pride to place in the potions he makes alone.] You know, I think I found a recipe for a potion for another sort of vitality.
[He wiggles his brows.]