[ yennefer is in no way surprised by the events that follow. she is still in the yard when it happens, her breathing slightly labored by the chaos she had expelled to protect ambrose, and also her eyes bright. it had been far too long since she'd felt chaos back in her fingertips, so much that perhaps she might have been a little too willing to exhaust herself. not that it matters - for as soon as the thorneans around her begin to move, yennefer's hands have already fallen to her sides, her stance patient.

she had known that she would be unceremoniously dragged back into her cell. (and in many ways, was thankful for jaskier's healing if only to make the escort a bit easier to handle). she had also known that in time, she would be called into interrogation - ambrose, for all his talk of power and knowledge, had been rightfully played by more agile magic users, and yennefer could imagine the chaos it had thrown thorne into. so, when the guards arrive, yennefer already looks a bit bored by it all. her trip to the interrogation room within the dungeon is one that might as well have been up in the court halls itself, with her head held high, her steps easy, and when she does step inside and see jolene, her brow lifts curiously. ]

I don't believe we've met. [ yennefer had been nearly unconscious when she made it through that well the first time, her memories only supplying her ambrose, and nameless mages at his side. still, yennefer does not sound necessarily unfriendly when she says it, though there is a near-haughtiness to her as she settles in the open chair. for a very brief moment, yennefer simply studies jolene - her posture, her expression, if she can feel any sense of magic coming off of her. she doesn't expect to, knowing that now she's been back in the dungeons and her own connection to chaos has been cut, but still she stares. just for that moment. ]

Since I'm sure this isn't your first...conversation today, I'll try to be brief. [ she flattens the hem of her tunic with specific movements, before sitting back in her chair again, one ankle crossed over the other under her chair. ] Ambrose, and by extension, you and the other mages here in Thorne, have been outplayed by a pair of- where I come from, at least- only halfway decent mages with access to rudimentary spells, though with considerable influence.

[ yennefer can't help but allow the small amount of disdain come through her tone. she's not looking to make enemies, here, and she's certainly not trying to insult jolene (the guards on the other hand, yennefer couldn't care less if she offended), but the facts as she says them are really quite simple. the magic, as she saw it used, was powerful in scope but unimaginative in use. the fact ambrose, or the other mages, were unaware and unprepared- well. ]

The prisoners, and some of your honored guests took leave through those portals as soon as the options were made available to them. [ her tone around the term is meant to be noticed. but again, she is not saying anything. not outright. ] Some of the more disdainful prisoners attempted to harm Ambrose along their way, and a few of us chose to step in and divert the attack. [ yennefer takes a very brief, but very pointed moment, to simply allow the information to settle, before she gives a small, and in no way genuine, smile. ]

I assume to some level of success. I'm not entirely certain, though, as I was dragged back down here into your prison before I could check on the status of the High Mage.