Jaskier- Warm (a)

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"Oh honey, you aren't feeling well, are you?" Jaskier knelt by the side of your bed and pressed the back of his gentle hand across your sweltering forehead. He gazed into your eyes with the deepest sorrow, but you struggled to even keep your eyes open. For you it felt as if you were lying in the very fires of hell but, the rest of the village had fox and wolf furs tightly wrapped around their bodies. "You're warm, so warm."

"No, I feel pretty shitty. I'm sorry we could not go to the party; I know how much you were looking forward to a feast and some good wine." You struggled to stop every orifice on your face from leaking a vile, cold induced liquid as you spoke. "I promise to make it up to you when I'm feeling better." Jaskier handed you something to wipe your nose on, an old handkerchief that was stuffed on the bedside table and ran a cold, wet rag across your head.

"Do not be so silly." He smiled. "It is not your fault, we all get sick from time to time, even I, the great Jaskier." Your pained chuckle brought a slight joy to his face. "The only thing I need you to do is rest, drink plenty of water and try to feel better."

"You aren't going out tonight, are you?" You clutched Jaskier's hand maybe a little too tightly.

"Well." He rested his cool hand on top of yours. "I was supposed go out and accompany Geralt as he fought some goblins, but for once I think he will be okay. I feel that tonight, he will not need me to save his backside, even if he does have everybody believe he is the one saving mine."

"Of course, Jaskier, always the hero of my story." He brought your sweaty hand up to his cheek and rubbed his coarse beard across your hand, knowing that was always something that brought you great comfort.

"Is there anything I can do to make you feel better? Anything at all my sweet?" He resubmerged his rag in his bucket of cooled water, rinsed out the excess and again began wiping it all over your face, arms and legs. "I will go to the market for you, go and bring you some food from the inn... whatever you think will make you feel better."

"No, please, just stay by my side."

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Written by Aaron.

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