The look the elf gives him is not a pleasant one, but considering they faced a Temerian army to get him, he guesses he's safe. He approaches him. "Did you know? When you gave me your lute?" "Know what?" "That I had elf blood?" The glare Filavandrel gives him is answer enough. "I guess not."

"Is that why you got involved?" Jaskier shakes his head. "Only found out a few nights ago, by some incredibly powerful, if a bit sexy, magical being." So Jaskier tells him the whole story. Not in song form, rescue or not, he doesn't doubt the elf king could have him killed.