[ really, in this exact moment, it feels less that wanda doesn't get to be privy to, and more that yennefer wouldn't know where to start. there is hardly a single moment in her life that would explain where it is she's come from. perhaps it's simply that she doesn't want to talk about it.
which is something that goes through her head in that moment, as wanda offers her hand. yennefer knows that she could open that channel, that by matching their chaos, their magicks, she could just as easily open her mind to wanda too - the decisions she's made, the things she's witnessed. it would all be there for wanda to see.
even with that thought, yennefer slips her hand into wanda's with a nod. she's not afraid of what she'll show, of what wanda will see, if she decides to go searching. if anything, she's relieved to have the path. her fingers curl around wanda's hand, as she opens the channel, reaches out to find the wavelength. ]
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which is something that goes through her head in that moment, as wanda offers her hand. yennefer knows that she could open that channel, that by matching their chaos, their magicks, she could just as easily open her mind to wanda too - the decisions she's made, the things she's witnessed. it would all be there for wanda to see.
even with that thought, yennefer slips her hand into wanda's with a nod. she's not afraid of what she'll show, of what wanda will see, if she decides to go searching. if anything, she's relieved to have the path. her fingers curl around wanda's hand, as she opens the channel, reaches out to find the wavelength. ]