Yes- some sort of...I'm not exactly sure, but it came from the fabric of my dress, possibly a device, or object of some kind.

[ he does say her name, most likely reading the thoughts as they cross her face, but yennefer does not take the time to explain it. she's not sure if it matters, anyway, that what had been the most harmful had been the corrupted spell. that it was equal parts the mages and summoned of thorne, themselves, that had done her in as the attack had. ( part of her does wonder what it would have done if the spell had simply not gone off, if she would be this far gone, this hurt... )

she doesn't bother explaining, because the next parts of this conversation are what is important. she looks back to him, her hands still grasped to him, her jaw tight. ] Her pet mage is dead, Jaskier, murdered within the castle walls. It doesn't matter what she finds, she is going to blame whoever she can, and she will not hold back. [ she searches his face, panicked, because the thing is - she hasn't even heard of what happened to libertas yet. she doesn't know what the queen is capable of. but she knows ellya well enough. ]

Can your city protect itself?