[ yennefer knows he can read it the moment she feels the weight settle over her, and while she has not reference to the feeling of his hands at her elbows, it supports her now. her eyes fall to his hands, clean and orderly and the way he wants them to be, here in the horizon, but they are still his, aren't they?

at the sound of his voice, yennefer feels herself snort, shaking her head once when she notes the worry in his face. it would have been easier if it had simply been a joke, if he had offered a way out of the weight of the conversation, but she knows better than to think any of this would be that easy. ]

The most? Really? [ not even yennefer is confident in ellya's next move, and there's so little for her to do until she can get out of her bed, until she can get back in the castle and out of the thumb of the various mages coming in and out of her sick room. and of course there is that smallest part of yennefer that feels ill, wondering if she hadn't been out cold, if there could have been something she could have done.

not that it matters. what's done is done.

promise me he says, and yennefer exhales. ] Jaskier- [ because he knows what he's asking, knows what he's telling her to do by mentioning what amounts to a check-in. ] I am a busy woman, you know this. [ but also, at the same time, before you do anything insanely rash. not if, but when. it makes her feel...not better, exactly, but less like she has to lie about the things going on in her mind. ]

You know I'll never forgive you if you return to Thorne and I'm not there.