With some helpful advice with Jaskier finally tell Geralt how he feels? Read on to find out!

Jaskier's POV:

I ride behind Geralt on Roach and ponder. It's been a week since I almost made a huge mistake with the knight at the inn and I still feel mortified. Geralt came in just in time and saved me with Yennefer and it took me nearly a full two days to be able to look either of them in the eye. I took over at her, atop her own horse with Ciri behind her, and smile slightly. She was so nice to me afterwards, asking how I was feeling. Ciri catches my gaze and smiles at me. Roach steps in a dip in the road and I flail. I grab onto Geralt's hips to settle myself before realizing where they are. I pull my hands away quickly and look down, my face hot. Geralt merely grunts, before reaching behind to grab my hand. He pulls my arm around his waist and holds it there.

"Hold on tight. I don't want you falling off." His words come out in a harsh whisper and I hesitate before he grunts at me again. I quickly slid my other arm around his waist and snuggle against his back. Geralt relaxes and pats my hands. I stare at his back curiously. He seems almost happy that I'm holding on to him. Yennefer looks over at us and smiles slightly. I blush and tuck my face against his shoulder. I press my face close to his hair and take a small sniff. Geralt always smells so good. Like leather and sandalwood. My heart patters happily in my chest and I can't stop the grin from spreading over my lips. Geralt squints, looking off into the distance. He pulls on Roach's reins to pull him to a stop and looks around our surroundings. He motions for Yennefer to follow and leads us into an outcrop of trees with lush looking grass. He jumps down and holds out his arms for me. I hesitate and he narrows his eyes at me. I sigh and let him wrap me in his arms once again. Not like it's really a hardship but I'm not sure how much more my poor heart can take. Geralt starts pulling our supplies from Roach and I move to help Ciri pull her bag down.

"I'm glad we're traveling together, even if it's only temporary." I carry Ciri's pack for her and sit it beside the fire pit Yennefer is in the process of assembling. I smile shyly at her and she grins at me. Geralt ties Roach to a low branch and scans our surroundings. He pulls his bow and quiver over his shoulder.

"I'm going to find us some dinner. Stay here with Jaskier." Ciri pouts but does as she's told. Yennefer stands up and brushes the dirt from her hands. She pats Ciri's shoulder and follows Geralt into the treeline. I start dumping our supplies from the large pack and Ciri laughs quietly. I huff in frustration and sit by the fire pit. I scrape the flint together and small sparks fly. I try again but still no fire. I try again but manage to snag my finger with the flint and I yelp. Ciri moves to my side and grabs the flint from me.

"Okay Jaskier. Spill." She stares at me and I sigh heavily, sitting back on my rump. Ciri scrapes the flint and a small fire finally manages to catch. Ciri leans down and blows softly on the little flame and adds dung chips to help it get going. She wipes her hands off and sits beside me in the dirt. She squints at me in her best Geralt impersonation. I snort and wave my hand at her.

"It is merely adult woes my sweet Ciri. Nothing for you to worry over." Ciri scowls and bumps me with her shoulder.

"I'm almost fifteen. I'm not a child." I nod and pat her arm in agreement. She shrugs my hand away and punches me softly in the arm.

"I know it's about you and Geralt. You're in love with him." My mouth falls open in shock and I stare at her. She smirks at me and rolls her shoulders.

"Don't even try to deny it. Anyone with eyes can see you are completely smitten with him." She waggles her finger at me and I look away. My face burns with shame and embarrassment. I thought I had been more discreet with my affections.

"It doesn't matter. Geralt doesn't see me that way. I'm merely his traveling companion." Ciri shakes her head and traces circles in the dirt with the tip of her boot.

"You should tell him. You might be surprised." Ciri grins coyly, as if she has a secret and I look up at the darkening sky. Could she be right? Is there a slight chance that Geralt could feel something for me as well? The sun fades over the hills, the orange and yellow stripes beautiful against the darkness of the night sky. We sit in silence as I ponder her words. Ciri jumps from the ground and runs for the treeline. Geralt and Yennefer stalk out, rabbits clutched in his hand and a small bird slung over his shoulder. Ciri wraps her arms around Yennefer's waist in a hug and Yennefer smiles sweetly at the girl. Geralt lays the kills by the fire and looks over at me. His yellow eyes are full of warmth and he smiles uncertainly at me. I smile brightly back at him and he grins openly at me. I watch as he starts to dress the kills and poke absently at the fire. Perhaps Ciri is correct. Maybe it's time for me to tell Geralt of my feelings. I nudge his foot with my boot and he looks over at me.

"Can we take a walk after dinner, just the two of us? I need to talk to you." Geralt frowns slightly before grunting and turning back to the rabbits. My stomach clenches but I resolve myself. I will tell Geralt tonight that I love him and take whatever comes next.

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Geralt's POV:

I chew my food slowly and listen as Ciri regales us all with a tale of her last hunt against a Nadir. I look at Yennefer with disapproval and she merely rolls her eyes. I sigh and take another bite. As much as I don't like it, Ciri is growing up and she must learn how to hunt monsters and use her powers. Jaskier nods along and laughs when she throws her hands up in the air, exclaiming how wild the creature was. He notices me looking at him and smiles shyly at me. I quirk a small smile back at him and he turns his attention back to Ciri. He wants to go for a walk after dinner tonight to talk. I don't fear anything but not knowing what he wants to say does rattle my nerves a bit. Ciri finishes her story and yawns sleepily. Yennefer offers her hand and pulls Ciri to her feet. She grins at us in passing and we say our good nights. Jaskier taps his fingers nervously on his thigh as I bank the fire. He stands abruptly and runs his fingers through his hair.

"Meet me by the tree lines when your done. I'm going to go for a short walk." He bounds off without waiting for a reply and I watch as he hurries away. Yennefer comes back for her pack and bumps my shoulder with hers. I scowl at her and she chuckles.

"Tonight's your chance. Don't blow it Geralt." She sashays away and I grunt at her. I wipe my hands off and set off in search of Jaskier.