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“Dla Ciebie
Mógłbym zrobić wszystko
Co zechcesz powiedz tylko
Naprawdę na dużo mnie stać”
Jaskier strummed on his lute as he walked alongside Geralt and Roach as they traverse through the swamp. A smile was wide of his lips as he sang. It was his best attempt of ignoring the squishing sound his waterlogged boots made with each step.
As much as Geralt hates it, the song Jaskier sung managed to grab his attention. In any other circumstances, he would have simply ignored and brushed off the Bard persistent singing.
What made this time so different was the fact Jaskier was singing in a completely different language. Geralt didn’t even think the other man was capable of knowing anything else besides common English.
“Dla Ciebie
Mógłbym wszystko zmienić
Mógłbym nawet uwierzyć
Naprawdę na dużo mnie-”
“Jaskier.” The call of his name caused the Bard to trip, both on the note and physically. His left foot catches the heel of his right and he stumbles for a few steps. Though Jaskier is just quick enough to right his foot before his he dives face-first into the muck.
“If you don’t want every creature with a five-mile ratus to find us, I suggested you stop singing.” Geralt said bluntly. Jaskier just huffs, craning his head to look up to the Witcher.
"All you had to say that you didn't like my singing," Jaskier retorted. "nie musiałeś być taki niegrzeczny." He adds on under his breath, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
To anyone else ears, that would have gone unheard. But Witcher's ears are very sensitive. So Geralt grunts and keeps his eyes fixated on the trudge ahead of them. Not asking the Bard what exactly he was singing about.