such a sullen stare into the fire , deep in thought perhaps. or simply had wandered away from what they’d spoken of , journal lax in his hand now when earlier it had been open , notes pondered. gets lost sometimes to the crackle and spit of flames and doesn’t even find his name on the night air , said soft by bard at his side. takes hand at his jaw , directing his stare and all his focus , even if a slight harsh. works , knocks him out of his little reverie into nothingness , gaze flickering about jaskier now as if it’s the first time he’s ever looked upon his face. pale eyes that look almost yellow in this light , smile soft like he’s awaiting witcher to wake from his dreaming at any moment. “ hm ? ” brows rise , as if to ask ------ “ what did you say ? ” that is , if you were saying anything at all , jaskier.