"Hmm, perhaps it does make me a lion tamer." Jaskier looked a little smug over that. If only Geralt were around to take his pride down a notch or two. "And I promise Geralt's not going to hurt you. Ciri wouldn't let him. I won't let him."
Jaskier paused, taking another long sip of his drink. "Oh, that's right. You haven't been here - well, at the Crown Plaza long, have you? Geralt and I.. we've been around for several months. And from what I've seen.. yeah, the hotel's tricks never last for long. Usually just a few days. But this.. This is weird. We've never been split up like this before. I just wish there was a way to know they're alright."
He chewed on his straw, thinking. What would Geralt do if he were here? Maybe.. see if the skeptics were right? Poke around this new hotel, see if anything looked suspicious? Maybe keep off the sand for now, until they could confirm there were no monsters hiding beneath the surface? He reached out, his free hand giving Wesley's arm a gentle pat.