[ there are some moments there when yennefer can feel the weight of all that jaskier is feeling. and she has some idea of what it is, the force of it, how it rattles through his body. she might not know the details, might not know each and every thought that goes through his head, but she knows enough to know the force. and for those few moments, all yennefer does is hold him, one hand rubbing at the flat of his back, another at the back of his neck, because is there really anything else she can do but provide this small, not even physical comfort? again, she's reminded of the limitation of their distance, of just how far they really are, how much more powerless it makes her feel.
his glare has her brows lifting in challenge - he can be as angry with her as he wants to be, though she knows there is little to back it up. perhaps you're right also has her expression dropping, softer, less like she is trying to play off that comical expression of his. ] If you could, I know you'd mean to. [ and it's the truth - he would try, because he wouldn't be able to let this slide.
perhaps it isn't such a terrible thing that he's so far after all.
yennefer lets him pull her hand away from his face, gives him one of her small smiles. perhaps a little tired, perhaps a little accepting of where it is she's worked herself to be. in thorne, yes, but also the rest of it. all of it. she tries for entertained, tries for playful, when she says, ] You don't believe I could do it?
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his glare has her brows lifting in challenge - he can be as angry with her as he wants to be, though she knows there is little to back it up. perhaps you're right also has her expression dropping, softer, less like she is trying to play off that comical expression of his. ] If you could, I know you'd mean to. [ and it's the truth - he would try, because he wouldn't be able to let this slide.
perhaps it isn't such a terrible thing that he's so far after all.
yennefer lets him pull her hand away from his face, gives him one of her small smiles. perhaps a little tired, perhaps a little accepting of where it is she's worked herself to be. in thorne, yes, but also the rest of it. all of it. she tries for entertained, tries for playful, when she says, ] You don't believe I could do it?