[ jack isn't the only one who has needed to take time before he's been able to return to any sort of routine. yennefer does not count herself among them, if only because there is some part of her that thinks she can take the place of any outward summoned presence. to allow those who need the time, those who had been taken and held and tortured, to avoid the court as much as possible. it's turned her into something of a busybody, but between her own in the castle she's been keeping up with and throwing herself back into her duties, it's left her little room in between.
so - honestly - she hasn't really noticed the fact he's missed his classes. in fact, it hadn't been something she'd realized herself until her conversation with said certain redhead. she'd meant to reach back out to him, if only because her curiosity (because it's much easier to call it that, and vague interest feels a bit harsh all things considered. surely she wouldn't call it worry, not anywhere that it could be heard.) was quite motivating.
she is, indeed, in her classroom when he comes to find her - sat up at her desk with a book laid out before her. she's been looking for a particular piece of information that she swears she recalls from one of the tomes she's taken from the library, but she hasn't been able to find it and she doesn't really want to go to istredd to ask.
but here he is - and it's enough to draw her attention away, her chin still in her palm as her eyes lift from the pages to the door. at his apology, her brow slowly starts to lift, her eyes moving from him to the bottle in his hands then back to him. the question, the awkwardly phrased how are you has yennefer sighing, pushing to sit up straight in her chair and closing the book in front of her. ]
How is your body handling the cure? [ because he looks...well, all but entirely back to normal, but that doesn't mean much where corrupted divine magics are concerned.
and yes, she's quite aware she has completely ignored his question ]
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so - honestly - she hasn't really noticed the fact he's missed his classes. in fact, it hadn't been something she'd realized herself until her conversation with said certain redhead. she'd meant to reach back out to him, if only because her curiosity (because it's much easier to call it that, and vague interest feels a bit harsh all things considered. surely she wouldn't call it worry, not anywhere that it could be heard.) was quite motivating.
she is, indeed, in her classroom when he comes to find her - sat up at her desk with a book laid out before her. she's been looking for a particular piece of information that she swears she recalls from one of the tomes she's taken from the library, but she hasn't been able to find it and she doesn't really want to go to istredd to ask.
but here he is - and it's enough to draw her attention away, her chin still in her palm as her eyes lift from the pages to the door. at his apology, her brow slowly starts to lift, her eyes moving from him to the bottle in his hands then back to him. the question, the awkwardly phrased how are you has yennefer sighing, pushing to sit up straight in her chair and closing the book in front of her. ]
How is your body handling the cure? [ because he looks...well, all but entirely back to normal, but that doesn't mean much where corrupted divine magics are concerned.
and yes, she's quite aware she has completely ignored his question ]