[ truthfully, yennefer doesn't really care much for how strange he may or may not be. the various degrees of summoned she's interacted with, let alone the locals of abraxas in general, have kept her on her toes in a variety of ways. which, not to be misunderstood, she does think him quite strange - but he's allowed to be strange and helpful. perhaps even strange and talented, though the later is up for debate until she finds some distinct use for him.

still, she doesn't miss that he doesn't so much as hesitate before diving into the task at hand. how unbothered he seems by the whole ordeal. it is entirely possible she judged him a bit too early, but if she were to be honest with herself, she would have judged him no matter when the situation arose. for now, she doesn't so mind the energy, if only because she's well aware of how much she's lacking it herself.

( and again, she's reminded of jaskier. the bright smile, the quick jump to task. some part of her thinks of a different lab in a different time. what witches do best. but she lets the memory pass her by as quickly as it came. ) ]

Well, they pulled you through at the right time. You didn't have to suffer too long before we were allowed to travel once more. [ that seems to be something they're both quite adequate at, then, as yennefer doesn't pause in her own work; picking out a different combination of ingredients and setting them aside, apparently pulling together her next experiment without much delay. ] And longer than most others, but not as long as some. Bit more than two years.