"I don't get it," Cirilla admits with a tilted head.
Jaskier, on the other hand, is in thrall. He keeps his eyes on the painting, but he still raises a finger and shakes it in Midge's direction. "Don't you dare compare this to the stains," he says with obvious disapproval.
"They're rocks. And look at the people in the back - this man is in despair yet still clinging to that other person, and the lion comes out of his chest - his feelings, mayhaps? Yes, yes. The rocks are all his struggles." He searches for the name of the painting and laughs. "The Accommodations of Desire? Ha! Someone was definitely struggling with some complex emotions."
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Jaskier, on the other hand, is in thrall. He keeps his eyes on the painting, but he still raises a finger and shakes it in Midge's direction. "Don't you dare compare this to the stains," he says with obvious disapproval.
"They're rocks. And look at the people in the back - this man is in despair yet still clinging to that other person, and the lion comes out of his chest - his feelings, mayhaps? Yes, yes. The rocks are all his struggles." He searches for the name of the painting and laughs. "The Accommodations of Desire? Ha! Someone was definitely struggling with some complex emotions."