It was not at all good, in the sense of the state of things since Jaskier had been gone. While Jaskier was ignorantly trying to think up ways of how he might take the lot of pups on some ‘great adventure’ despite their obvious ailments, Lyra was spilling the beans about Mal going off on a bit of an adventure already with two of his pups, the healthier of the four, yet hadn't heard nor seen of em in weeks.

Jaskier's ears immediately swept back, a lump forming in his throat. Where did he say he was heading? Surely Mal had mentioned where he was taking the pups around to and already Jaskier was thinking of how he might try to pull himself together quickly enough that he could head back out and look for them, but Toad was sick and felt abandoned and the pit in his stomach only seemed to get deeper.

Surrounded by a whole lot of good-doers, I'm afraid… Allies. No, they lot of pirates likely wouldn't make allies out of noble kings and queens, saintly and honorable knights and emperors and pharaohs who wouldn't be caught seen gallivanting with the likes of them. Yet Jaskier still held onto the idea that if they ended up needing someone to do their dirty work, they knew where to look.

Think I ‘ought to check on them… He murmured, taking a few steps up the flight of stairs.