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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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.