wheeler · the witcher · trauma · depression · anxiety · hurt/comfort · caregiver · emotional support · post-riece · hidden pain
The mountain path stretches ahead, grey and desolate under a heavy sky. A thin, cold wind carries grit that settles over Jaskier’s slumped shoulders like ashes. Ahead, the indistinct shapes of Geralt, Yennefer, and Ciri move on, their conversation lost in the ringing silence filling his head. His body feels numb, detached; beneath the bandages, his burned hands pulse with a deep, sick heat. He stumbles, catches himself, and remembers the sharp, clear impulse he had hours earlier at the cliff’s edge—why he didn’t step forward. Then he hears his name, spoken softly, and looks up to find you standing there, watching him.