[ they are the bringers of order, that is the way it's supposed to be. chaos is the focus and the work around them, the inherent magic in the very air they breathe. without them, it is only that - continued, constant chaos - power existing behind the veil of most human eyes. tissaia had taught yennefer, as well as her sisters, that their control is what brought order to the very air around them, and yennefer had believed that.

( gods it hurts, she wonders how long it'll be before the very thought of that woman doesn't burn her away from the inside out. )

but - yennefer realizes - what she'd had in her less than ideal training was something wanda hadn't. between the words she shares and the feeling that slips through their connection, the loneliness, the isolation. yennefer realizes in that very moment what it is she had with the others at aretuza, what she had even as she fought against it for all those decades. it reminds her of the months in thorne's halls, of the sleepless nights she'd spent, panicked and wary and so, so sure it would all come crumbling down around her.

wanda says freak and yennefer's hand tightens around wanda's. she pulls their joined hands closer to her chest, finding and holding wanda's eyes once she can. ]

Power separates those who wield it from those who don't. It can feel isolating, yes, but you do not need to ever feel alone. We have each other - always. You have me.