[ she catches the smile, and it's hard not to feel the familiarity of it - her teasing, the twitch of his lips, the understanding that they both have that yennefer knows perhaps more than cassian would like her to. she doesn't need to read his mind, but she wonders about how much of those dreams, that illusion, will keep.

for now, she helps him correct his ward - effortlessly straightens certain lines, strengthens the magic within in. she can feel cassian's eyes on her as she does it, and for a brief moment yennefer feels a bit like she's back in the castle - instructing, teaching, newer summoned watching her every move. but then, in a blink, she's back - smelling of fish, dirt under her nails, mud covering her boots, sleeves, and the hem of her cloak. ]

I'd hope so. I don't care to repeat myself.

[ another hint of a smile, a flick of her wrist, and the ward is complete. and then it is her turn to feel the uncertainty of the moment creep into the space with them. they're in the streets of nott, along the outer walls, and there are very few others that so much as pass them by. still, yennefer feels some sort of lingering tension even now. like they could be watching, even though she knows they aren't, and like she should know what to do here, though part of her hadn't thought much beyond simply seeing him.

his question arches one of her brows, her eyes tilting down to the state of her, and then back to him, as if that is answer enough. still, she shrugs - even covered in mud and smelling of the streets, there is a kind of confidence to her. an easy, casual way she holds herself that is not forced. ]

As well as one could hope for. The locals don't pay us much mind, which is... [ yennefer honestly considers her answer for a moment. ] Nice, in a way. Strange, but nice. [ a beat, and then her expression tightens a bit - worry. ] How is the castle?