[ It was subtle enough, that slight charge in the air that told him that a spell was on the verge of being cast, and Thancred's relieved to find that Yennefer is not the overly jumpy sort, even now. He hadn't meant to sneak up on her, but he is naturally quiet and it's difficult to shake that. He does know that they shouldn't be seen together in public too often still, but perhaps they can afford a short walk together.

They are still going down the path he was on initially, toward the docks. ]

Well, now I'd like to know what the most clandestine type is, though I know one must always keep some secrets.

[ Or that she might not want to say too much, out in the open like this. Thancred suspects that eventually they will have far more freedom here when compared to the castle, but for the time being they still need to take care.

He nods down to the small satchel at her waist where he suspects she's carrying more potions, or perhaps ingredients. ] Are you running low on your stores? If there's aught you need help with collecting, you need only say the word.

[ They're friends, and he wouldn't mind at all helping her with gathering some ingredients from the nearby woods. He's always looking for excuses to stretch his legs, after all. ]