[ Dylan's willing to accept the help of Jaskier's companions. He's not so married to the belief that his curse is a certain way and there's no other way around breaking it. Laura might be, but she would probably also be open to at least looking for an alternative. But his hopes aren't so high -- which is maybe a byproduct of feeling so down in the aftermath or maybe just him being a realist. For a while, he says nothing and soaks in the warmth of this embrace, a balm to soothe his broken spirit. ]

I need you to make me a promise then, Jaskier.

[ Slowly, reluctantly, Dylan inches back so he can meet Jaskier's gaze. His expression is uncharacteristically somber because this is the thing Dylan fears the most. This is the thing that will make him a monster more than the transformation itself. He pulls in a shaky breath. ]

You can't let me hurt anyone. Whether that's finding a place for me to chain myself up or calling Geralt up to stand guard or even one of Yennefer's potions. If I wake up and find a mangled body that I was responsible for...I don't think I could take it.