Jaskier might have overdone the salts, but to be fair he doesn't often see Geralt in such a state. Sure, he's often grumpy and he's often covered in all sorts of disgusting monster innards, but Jaskier would like to think that he can tell the difference between normal grumpy and disgusting Geralt and an extra grumpy Geralt who'd had a closer call than he might have expected.
"Let me do that. You just focus on keeping your blood inside your body. It seems to be a challenge for you today."
Without waiting for an answer, he sighs and moves closer so that he can get his fingers into Geralt's hair to get the tie out, though he can't help commenting as he does it. "Well, this is disgusting."
Geralt grunts at the comment, not dignifying it with an actual answer. He drops his hand when he feels Jaskier's fingers brush against his own and tug at his hair, letting him do what he wants.
Jaskier is gentle enough and Geralt bows his head, his arm coming back to rest on the edge of the tub. He's not relaxing yet, too irritated by his own oversight and the pain in his shoulder, but he knows there is no danger now. "It's kikimora," he rumbles when Jaskier accuses him of being disgusting. He's more or less covered in it.
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"Let me do that. You just focus on keeping your blood inside your body. It seems to be a challenge for you today."
Without waiting for an answer, he sighs and moves closer so that he can get his fingers into Geralt's hair to get the tie out, though he can't help commenting as he does it. "Well, this is disgusting."
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Jaskier is gentle enough and Geralt bows his head, his arm coming back to rest on the edge of the tub. He's not relaxing yet, too irritated by his own oversight and the pain in his shoulder, but he knows there is no danger now. "It's kikimora," he rumbles when Jaskier accuses him of being disgusting. He's more or less covered in it.