It seems they're all thinking the same thing, and Jaskier's heart flutters with the same hope that covers Cirilla's voice - the same voice that instantly shatters that hope. Destiny, you ruthless bitch.

Still, seeing her in such a confused state makes Jaskier keep his face neutral, not wanting the poor girl to feel is her fault that the fucking rules of this place are playing with them.

"I'm afraid it's only been Yennefer and I from our realm so far," he explains as he finally stands up and finishes fixing his clothes before coming closer. "And now you, my little lady. I must second Yennefer's question - did you just get here? Are you well?"