[ when she wakes, she's in the infirmary. it's a dizzying few hours, figuring out how she got there, what happened, and what state she left nocwich in. she doesn't need the thornean healers to tell her the extent of her injuries, not when she can feel each and every one. her head is still spinning, something about the gas or the poison or the explosion still rattling her. the healers mention potions, mention healing magics, and she pushes them away, being a bit difficult, as she is wont to do. she doesn't want them here, doesn't want any of them around, but when she recognizes that they aren't going to leave unless they feel like they're doing something, she sends a couple off to her office.
yennefer will drink her own potions over whatever it is the healers here have put together. and with one, or all, of them distracted by the errand, her mind immediately shifts, a message sent before she can think better of it. before she can be paranoid, before she can consider if she's at all being watched, fear gripping at her. ]
roughly 24 or so hours the event.
yennefer will drink her own potions over whatever it is the healers here have put together. and with one, or all, of them distracted by the errand, her mind immediately shifts, a message sent before she can think better of it. before she can be paranoid, before she can consider if she's at all being watched, fear gripping at her. ]