@hcsings Continued from HERE
{ ♔ } “I didn’t mean that, I just felt that it was rude to yell elves, because you are so much more than that for me. You are HEROES. You especially, as you saved my life. I am sorry. It is just very cold out here, I guess I don’t take well to the weather. It’s like Geralt said, I keep wearing the wrong clothes and not being the best at survival or keeping myself alive. I am sorry, Iorveth”. It was rare that Jaskier ever felt bad for everything that he said, especially his so called word vomits, but this one specifically he did regret because the other man was someone that he considered a friend, an ally and someone that he wanted to protect back in return. Trying to ignore the rain that kept falling down on him, and soaking his frame, the bard gazed at the elven man, wrapping his arms around his chest. “I am probably shaking more than you said that I am. It feels like it at least. Like strumming my lute..”
“Is that so...” Iorveth murmured, resisting the urge to roll his eyes in annoyance and stuff something in Dandelion’s mouth to shut him up. Why were all the bards he met so stereotypical? They just talked so much, and never shut up. Even though that was annoying, sure, he still did like this man. Afterall, he wouldn’t have saved his life if he didn’t like, or saw him as a friend. Friends, something Iorveth rarely had. He did geniunely care about this bard, even though half the time he had the urge to smash that lute of his across his face to shut him up, he quite liked, and trusted the man.
Letting out a sigh, the Elf took off the white-grey cloak he had on his shoulders, something he threw on himself in cold weathers, and stepped forward to wrap it around the Bard. “Come now... let’s get you somewhere dry.”