Pain. Jaskier remembers pain, remembers all the breaking in his bones and heart, remembers the aching, weeping tired and the strand goes taut enough to snap. He remembers "shut up, Julian," so sharp and "shut up, Jaskier," so sweet and remembers rain and apple tarts and fire under his fingers and marbles in his hands and acorns and constellations and music and yawning, rending grief and precious, ecstatic joy. ****** In which Jaskier is brave and perfect in all things and Geralt...certainly does try his best