You, Geralt and Jaskier had stopped for the night at a recently abandoned cabin, far enough out that hunters wouldn’t travel through the harsh mountains to get here. It had been a hard journey, and Geralt had definitely noticed you and Jaskier’s energy slowly but surely diminishing.

“Well rest here for two days. Yell if you hear or see anyone approaching.” Geralt huffed, roping up Roach and patting his neck. He stepped inside and you two followed.

You glanced back to Jaskier and see him lull behind a noticeable amount, expression crestfallen like you’d never seen before from the joyful bard you’d bonded with over the course of the trip. You made a mental note to ask what was wrong as you explored the cabin.

It was small, but liveable, Geralt took the single bed in one room leaving you and Jaskier the two beds in the next room.

You were scrounging for comfortable blankets when Jaskier practically collapsed onto his bed, facing the wall.