Fics like I got love livin’ in these bones

Two lonely people bump into one another on the road. It’s doesn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things. The same two lonely people bump into one another in Kaer Morhen. It means a great deal more than either of them is willing to admit. “I’m Lambert.” “Of course you are,” was Jaskier’s immediate response. Lambert cocked an eyebrow, the one with a long scar running through it. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Eskel wouldn’t have acted like he was considering killing me, for one.” and “It’s a salve for your hands.” “Why would a witcher keep have burn salve meant for humans?” It wasn’t a challenge, but the question wasn’t entirely innocent either. None of Cirilla’s training put her at risk of burns and any remaining pain from Yennefer’s burns from Sodden could be dealt with via her newly returned chaos. This wasn’t something made for either of them being repurposed. “It wouldn’t,” the man said bluntly. “I found the recipe in a book and made it.” He shrugged lightly, like it was nothing. Like it wasn’t more than anyone had done for Jaskier since Yennefer saved him from the burning hands of another mage. “I’ve got a penchant for alchemy, it should work.”

Fics like I got love livin’ in these bones

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