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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[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.]