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My home is yours
Forty-seven
Lambert looks at him for an infinite moment, and Geralt is ready to get up and stop whatever his brother might do to his... Well, this is a thing for another moment.
Unexpectedly, Lambert takes a step back.
"I'm not a human." He growls, and Jaskier laughs a little, doing a step back as well.
"You are for me."
Lambert growls a little more and Geralt exhales a breath, letting go of his own pants and getting up.
He sits next to Ciri and takes her hand. She's trembling just a little and flashes a smile.
"Thank you." She whispers and Geralt nods.
"You are mortal, if something goes wrong in a hunt therefore I'm trying to help you in this fight. You don't have any reason to believe me or even trust me-"
"Jaskier." Geralt says, growling.
Jaskier looks at him for a second before turning around again.
"And I can understand that. But it's a fact that I'm more powerful than you-" "Ohi!" "And also, nothing can really kill me so please, please, I'm begging you. Stay a step back from me when the time comes."
Jaskier's voice cracks in the end and Geralt can see Vesemir straight back a little.
The main hall stays silent for a second, Ciri's hand tightens her grip on Geralt's own fingers and he can hear her heart thumping powerful clear as the day.
After a while, Vesemir gets up and Jaskier turns around to look at him.
For a minute Vesemir just stays here, looking at him and Jaskier stays still, letting his powers go around the room, touching their arms, enveloping their bodies and Vesemir let his own powers meet Jaskier's.
Geralt can't really see anything with his own eyes, but he can feel and he can see clearly when Jaskier's aura touches Ciri. She says nothing but closes her eyes and breathes, as if a heavy weight was freed from her shoulders.
This is what Jaskier does to people, what he did to him. It makes sense that his powers do the same thing.
Vesemir must think the same thing, because a little while later, he breathes as well. In Geralt's expert eyes, he trembles a little before looking at Jaskier again.
Then he talks.
"I trust no one with my home, boy."
Jaskier nods.
"I don't really know you but my pup likes you, and he trusts you."
He makes a pause before taking a step forward and touching Jaskier's shoulder.
"My home is yours, now. Don't make me regret it."
Jaskier smiles. He looks at Geralt for a split of a second, before bowing his head.
Geralt feels Jaskier's magic touching his skin.
"I won't, sir."
Your home is safe now, love.
Geralt can't reply, because Jaskier walks away. He opens the main door, and in a second, he's outside.
No one of them sees anything, but they hear. A thunder, loud and long, and a voice like a siren echoing in the walls.