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"Jaskier!"
Footsteps pound across the floor accompanied by heavy breathing. Jaskier runs faster, stumbling as he turns sharply around another corner and slips just out of reach of the guards on his tail.
"Geralt!"
The witcher is ahead of him, somewhere. He isn't sure. Downstairs, he thinks, and a glance over the railing to his right confirms this at the expense of a few seconds. The guards in pursuit are gaining on him, so he does his best to keep pace and tune out the sounds of metal on metal below.
"Jaskier, the window!" Geralt calls.
"What?!" Is the answering screech, but Geralt has already left his opponents unconscious and is heading for the door. Fuck , Jaskier thinks. His witcher had better have a plan.
He keeps going, pushing himself even faster toward the ornate window at the end of the hall. When he reaches it, he fumbles with the latch and flings it open, his coat billowing behind him dramatically. Frantically, he searches the courtyard for Geralt and sees him sprinting around the corner.
"Geralt! Oh, thank fuck. Now what?" He shouts. Geralt comes to a stop beneath the window.
"Jump!" Geralt says. Jaskier's face pales and he's certain Geralt hears whatever his heart just did at the idea.
"Are you insane?! I can't jump! Do you see how far down that is?" Geralt only gestures insistently.
"Trust me. I'll catch you."
Jaskier hesitates and glances back for another escape, but the guards are only moments away now and he's out of time.
"You'll really catch me?" He asks, worrying his lip. Geralt spreads his arms and nods.
"I will. I promise."
And Jaskier jumps.