For the June of Doom prompt 6 "Flinch".
"Ouch!" he exclaims, flinching back from her and almost falling off the tree stub.
"Don't be a pussy, bard, it's only a tiny little thorn!" she says, rolling her eyes at him. "Next time be more careful when you pick blackberries, or wear fucking gloves. And now hold still or I'll cut you by accident."
Milva firmly grips Jaskier's wrist with her hand. He lets her, averting his eyes. His fingers are trembling slightly as the archer remove the thorn from under his nail with the help of her knife. But Geralt knows the trembling is not because it hurts. It is because of the memories. They still haunt the bard although Rience's body has been rotting away on Thanedd for weeks now, being eaten by crows and worms.
Will those traumatic memories ever go away? Perhaps not. However, he will do everything he can to make them less bad.