Not quite Shrek.

9. You keep me safe.

Max was left alone with feral Geralt. The Witcher seemed to act like an overgrown pup, nuzzling at Max, pawing at him and whining whenever Max went too far...or at least what the Witcher deemed too far. 

Jaskier eventually came back with a woman. She was tall and regal looking with thick raven black hair, red painted lips and purple eyes. She placed her hands on her hips and curled a lip at Geralt, 

"So, he's in trouble again?" 

"Well...we don't know what happened" Max said, Geralt pulling Max behind him and snarling at the woman who just rolled her eyes, 

"Please Geralt I'm not about to hurt your boy toy" The woman said and went to a dresser, starting to set up little vials and a bowl. 

"...Who are you?" Max asked and the woman looked back at him for a split second before back at the bowl and vials, 

"My name is Yennefer" 

"Hello, I'm-" 

"I know who you are, Jaskier filled me in" 

Max looked at Jaskier who gave a small, somewhat sheepish smile. 

"So...what'll happen now?" Max asked and Yennefer hummed, 

"Well...I'll make a counter potion and Geralt will take it, one way or another and then he will fall asleep while the potion takes effect before he finally heals" 

"...Ah" Max nodded, "sounds safe enough" 

"It is fairly safe, whatever witch cursed him is pathetically elementary in their curses" Yennefer said, heading over with the bowl and Geralt scrambled away from her, Yennefer just looked at Max, 

"Comfort him if you don't mind? It seems you are his comfort person for this" 

"...Sure" Max said and walked over to Geralt, placing a hand on his shoulder and whispering soothingly to him. 

"Hey...Geralt she doesn't want to hurt you, she wants to help" Max said, "she's helping...trust me" he said, placing a hand on Geralt's cheek which he leaned into with a whimper but accepted the potion from Yennefer. 

Almost immediately, Geralt fell asleep. Max biting his lip, 

"He'll be fine?" 

"He will be" Yennefer nodded, "I'll go get us some food" 

With that, she left the room, Jaskier walking over and kneeling beside Max who was frowning at Geralt's unconscious form. 

 "Why was I his comfort person?" Max asked quietly and Jaskier patted his shoulder, 

"Probably because he has a giant crush on you" He said before standing up and going off. Max watching him leave before looking at Geralt, brushing his white hair aside and kissing his forehead softly.