"Logic has nothing to do with it."

Kell might be third of Istredd's age, or less, but he's been in love, and he's been jealous. Murderously, obsessively jealous. If ever there was a sliver of hope he could reason his way out of it he'd have lept at it like a starving man at a slice of bread. There never was a way. There could never be. No feelings are ever logical.

Yennefer, is another subject altogether. Kell has always had a lot of very careful respect for her. He's known her for an alchemist with apprentices of her own. Quite scary, if to believe the gossip. He never got enough courage to approach her. To hear her spoken about with affection ... is new. But then he was aware about her and Istredd. That they knew each other, and that they were - are - close. It just didn't connect in his mind until now.

It doesn't matter what he thinks about her, Kell can relate to loving somebody so long. So long it's your whole life. He thinks about Rhy when he looks up to catch eye contact with Istredd.

"Because it's love. It's madness. It's never rational. "