Years, and that does get a curious look from Yennefer. Neither of them look particularly old, certainly not in a way that would make years a simple part of their lives, but appearances mean very little when it comes to age. She would know - and so, Sabine says years and Yennefer lets her brow lift but little else, no real questions follow, no prying and nothing to follow it up. Not yet.

Instead, Yennefer watches the shift happen in her expression, from one look to another. Now that is interesting, isn't it? Another layer to add to the already complicated story that Sabine is introducing into what Yennefer knows about Jack Townsend. She'll take all the information she can glean from this conversation, even if that comes down to simply there's a lot more going on.

She nods, understanding, though it's not entirely certain what aspect of Sabine's answer she understands.

"You mean beyond the act of crazed religious zealots looking to get closer to their god? No." Yennefer takes a sip from her glass of wine, a kind of tension shifting in her just under the surface. She is clearly not happy with the fact they don't have any more information, but she has ideas. Thoughts. Things to do. "I suspect there will be more investigations, but as of right now, the factions seem content with the death of Josselyn Creed."