[ her brow arches gently as she looks to him - as if she cannot quite believe he would be stricken by such praise. he must be joking with her, he must, but the look only lasts a moment before her expression softens again into a smile, gentle around the edges. she likes the way he says lovely, she thinks to herself. ]

As long as you know it to be true. [ said matter of fact-ly, her fingers still curled in the wolf's coat. it's an interesting feeling, feeling both the fluttering of something in her chest, but to find it gentle. nice. she likes this feeling, likes being around julian like this. perhaps this is why they are friends, which she can see. which she feels good, knowing.

at the smile, the suggestion that she may do a better job, yennefer snorts something of a laugh in return and shakes her head. ] Perhaps neither of us will know. I am unsure if I'll be more successful in anything of those matters if you were not. [ there's a bit of that confidence, somehow, slipping into the tone. that she can joke with him, like this. that she can say these things and make these comments. even if there is a small smattering of red across her cheeks. ] But I am flattered you would think as much.

[ the wolf makes another huff of a breath, turning to push his head against yennefer's arm. it makes her laugh a little, feeling buoyant, almost young, as she pushes back, scratching the wolf under his chin. ]