Hah! You're adorable. There is not a single man who is capable of being my rival. Not on this sphere, nor any other. Besides, they're not bloody bards.
[In case she was afraid his ego had escaped him, even in moments of crisis. If she has enough wherewithal to give him shit and goad him into his bitching, then she is safe enough. Even if her company is not favourable... well, it doesn't sound terrible, outside of the bastard mage.]
I suppose I don't regret hearing her dead. We're just ending up with a new problem with less predictability.
[On a mountain of problems. As silly as it is, he wishes he were with her -- if only to stop her from murdering a man and getting into more shit. (Or to give her some small measure of comfort... from the silly, sing-song man.)]
When we next meet, I believe our connection will reorient itself, and he shall learn even more songs. And you should, if you have access to Nocwich. I know Geralt will be happy to see you.
I am many things, dear husband. Adorable has never been one of them. And I'll remember that next time you feel insecure about not being invited to perform at a ball.
[ whether it be his intention or not, there is something almost comforting in the reminder - of his ego, of how they can change so much and yet certain things will always remain.
and he isn't wrong - she feels better, knowing ellya dead. for all that she wishes she could have been part of it, could have had a hand in it, but the end result is the same.
perhaps it leaves them with less knowledge, less awareness of what will come of this change. but yennefer can't help but feel relieved, in some way. at least now she won't feel responsible each time the crown chooses to act. but that relief has very little time to settle, given her present circumstances. given the unpredictable nature of what's ahead. ]
At present I'm not sure where I will spend my next meal, let alone if it will have access to a portal. And given that Ambrose has declined to open one for us and has instead chosen to take to the mountainside on horseback, he will (again) be of little help. I will see what we might have access to, though. I would like to see everyone in person. I'm growing tired of the necessity of these magics.
[ it is not lost on her, jaskier's mention of geralt. there is a part of her that has not yet unravelled, and she's not certain will, until she can be certain of their safety - geralt's, ciri's, jaskier's. ]
You've had your moments, whether we wish to acknowledge them or not. And you have to know you denying it makes me want to insist upon it all the more.
Besides, what ball? I don't know what you're talking about.
[All he knows is Valdo Marx is (probably) dead because of some event or another that he was not invited or privy to. Which, considering the circumstances in retrospect, perhaps he's very thankful for that.]
From what I remember, this is hardly the first time you've been on the run. With equally unsavory company. You survived that, need I remind you? You'll survive again.
Yennefer, for gods' sakes, aren't you (not us) a bit old for this? I am allowed to miss you. Especially when you're on the run, and in danger.
Which is actually the only time I may miss you, so continue to be so if it so pleases you. I know my attention is as succulent as a peach, and you are a greedy little... petty peach-eater.
Not your strongest. Would you like to try again, or...? Though I suppose it does take my own imminent danger and, or, demise to get your attention. Have the Cities truly taken up that much of your focus? I recall how highly regarded you were some time ago, so I can't say I'm surprised.
Oh, shut it. I'm under a lot of pressure. I never claimed to be perfect.
[Not in Yennefer's earshot, anyway.
There she is. The soft-spoken girl in his caravan, who spoke the truth too soon. Who loved his song, and was as soft-hearted as the peaches he's taunted her with.]
I know. Stay in touch, Yennefer. If I can extend my help to you, you can be sure it is yours.
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[In case she was afraid his ego had escaped him, even in moments of crisis. If she has enough wherewithal to give him shit and goad him into his bitching, then she is safe enough. Even if her company is not favourable... well, it doesn't sound terrible, outside of the bastard mage.]
[On a mountain of problems. As silly as it is, he wishes he were with her -- if only to stop her from murdering a man and getting into more shit. (Or to give her some small measure of comfort... from the silly, sing-song man.)]
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and he isn't wrong - she feels better, knowing ellya dead. for all that she wishes she could have been part of it, could have had a hand in it, but the end result is the same.
perhaps it leaves them with less knowledge, less awareness of what will come of this change. but yennefer can't help but feel relieved, in some way. at least now she won't feel responsible each time the crown chooses to act. but that relief has very little time to settle, given her present circumstances. given the unpredictable nature of what's ahead. ] [ it is not lost on her, jaskier's mention of geralt. there is a part of her that has not yet unravelled, and she's not certain will, until she can be certain of their safety - geralt's, ciri's, jaskier's. ]
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[All he knows is Valdo Marx is (probably) dead because of some event or another that he was not invited or privy to. Which, considering the circumstances in retrospect, perhaps he's very thankful for that.]
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[Not in Yennefer's earshot, anyway.
There she is. The soft-spoken girl in his caravan, who spoke the truth too soon. Who loved his song, and was as soft-hearted as the peaches he's taunted her with.]