#plotka

Jaskier turned to fish something out of his clothing. It glittered in the sunlight and Geralt knew what it was right away. His amulet. He had left it with Płotka when he turned into a beast. He hadn't found it between his clothes in her saddlebags so he assumed that she had lost it along the way. That it might have fallen from her pack when she bolted to get Jaskier.

"I meant to give this back to you, but you were... well.. it didn't fit around your wolf's head. So i kept it with me. For safe keeping."

Jaskier took Geralt's hand and opened it, palm up to the sky and carefully placed the amulet in him. Cahir eyed it with interest but said nothing. Geralt looked up grateful. But then he realized, he was fine. Perfectly so. Despite being injured, what should only make this more difficult, he was actually fine around Jaskier. He wasn't wearing any of his relics. No mask, no special cloak -just one of the fur ones he made- and no amulet. The beast within him slept in peace and seemed calmer then ever in Jaskier's presence. Even with Cahir sitting on the other end of the fire, he was fine. He took the amulet and twisted it between his fingers in thought, then he looked at Jaskier, took it, and hung it around his neck.

"For you."

Jaskier's eyes widened and Cahir lowered his head with a knowing smile. Closing his eyes in acknowledgement. They were bonding. Even if Geralt didn't know it yet. Or Jaskier too for that matter. But they would have to figure that out themselves, in their own time, on their own terms. So Cahir didn't mention it. Jaskier felt the weight around his neck and his fingers traced the wolf's head on the amulet in wonder.

"But, it's yours! You always wear it! Don't you need this?"

Geralt shook his head.

"No. For you. You keep."

He felt that stubborn heat creep back to his face when Jaskier clasped both his hands over the amulet and pressed it to his heart. Smiling brighter then a ray of sunshine.