[ yennefer is not actually in the horizon, when geralt first appears to her domain, but rather is inside her room at the castle, slowly healing a string of bruising along her ribcage that she had let sit a little too long in favor of balancing out and siphoning her chaos where she would have rather put it. she doesn't trust the healers in the castle, either, despite the assurances that had been made that they were fine and capable. yennefer has survived worse wounds, had been brought down into the dungeons with one in particular, when she'd spoken up one too many times to the guards, when she...
well. either way. it has been a few days since the dimming, and yennefer hadn't found any specific reason to enter the horizon. she knew that she would soon enough, knew that the information she'd gathered was something geralt and ciri would need to know, but it was all a delicate balance. not wanting to seem ager to share information outside of the castle, not wanting there to appear to be anyone more she needed to keep contact with. things with the queen had been well enough, and with her intentions and loyalty to thorne proven once more, she was feeling settled enough.
so, when geralt passes by along the outskirts of her domain that first time, she feels a small smile cross her lips. considers where she needs to be today (nowhere in particular) and who might come looking for her (today? no one that she knows) and the fact she probably would have done the reaching out, herself, soon enough - before yennefer closes her eyes, focuses with an ease she had learned back in aretuza, and opens them in the horizon just as he ducks inside the flap of the tent. she appears there just as she had been in her room - her top pulled up to reveal bandages around her ribs, her fingers hovering just above her skin. her eyes turn over her shoulder to him, equal parts coy as genuinely bright to see him, before her attention turns to the wolf at his side. ]
I wasn't expecting visitors. [ though her tone is entertained, more than anything, as she pulls back down her blouse and moves to stand and face them.
if he thought she would have hid her injuries from him, he may find himself surprised - the cuts and scrapes and bruises of her are still there, just as they are back in the castle itself. the worst of her wounds have been tended to, mostly by her own hand, but there is a fair amount of her that carries with it what happened at the singularity. ]
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well. either way. it has been a few days since the dimming, and yennefer hadn't found any specific reason to enter the horizon. she knew that she would soon enough, knew that the information she'd gathered was something geralt and ciri would need to know, but it was all a delicate balance. not wanting to seem ager to share information outside of the castle, not wanting there to appear to be anyone more she needed to keep contact with. things with the queen had been well enough, and with her intentions and loyalty to thorne proven once more, she was feeling settled enough.
so, when geralt passes by along the outskirts of her domain that first time, she feels a small smile cross her lips. considers where she needs to be today (nowhere in particular) and who might come looking for her (today? no one that she knows) and the fact she probably would have done the reaching out, herself, soon enough - before yennefer closes her eyes, focuses with an ease she had learned back in aretuza, and opens them in the horizon just as he ducks inside the flap of the tent. she appears there just as she had been in her room - her top pulled up to reveal bandages around her ribs, her fingers hovering just above her skin. her eyes turn over her shoulder to him, equal parts coy as genuinely bright to see him, before her attention turns to the wolf at his side. ]
I wasn't expecting visitors. [ though her tone is entertained, more than anything, as she pulls back down her blouse and moves to stand and face them.
if he thought she would have hid her injuries from him, he may find himself surprised - the cuts and scrapes and bruises of her are still there, just as they are back in the castle itself. the worst of her wounds have been tended to, mostly by her own hand, but there is a fair amount of her that carries with it what happened at the singularity. ]
I would have cleaned up.