[ Thancred watches as her hands shake. It's different from when Stephen's do, a result of an injury that he has yet to pry at because there simply hasn't been a good time to do so, but Yennefer doesn't bear any scars. Her trembling comes from anger, and perhaps from fear though she'd never admit to it, and for a brief moment Thancred considers reaching out to still them.

But then she lifts her hands to rub over her face, and the moment passes. ]

The Queen sees this as a slight against her, I understand. [ Or so the chatter around the castle goes. The Summoned are hers, brought about to aid Thorne as far as she's concerned, and she won't stand for them being taken from her. As if they're toy soldiers rather than people.

Still, the mention of Ikorr has him curious. This is turning into unsteady ground given what subject they're about to circle back around to — the night when Yennefer was attacked — but Thancred chooses not to avoid it. ] I never did get the chance to ask you about the details of your delegate meeting with them. What sort of aid do you believe they could provide?

[ He's taking a chance by even asking, but she brought it up first. ]