[ yennefer busies herself with settling back atop the cart, rummaging through one of the bags, and completing what could amount to the medieval quest equivalent of looking for snacks to pass the time. she doesn't find any, unfortunately, and ends up pulling out a waterskin and crossing one knee over the other.
she'd almost look bored, if not for the fact that stephen appears just a few moments after, leaning over the edge and confirming the set up had finished. yennefer, with the same expression, lifts the waterskin up to him. a semi-mock cheers before she taks a drink and wishes it were wine instead. ]
Perhaps they'll all be this simple. [ she muses, then snorts once at thancred's snappy comment. because why not. and then loudly enough for stephen to hear as well: ] Does it take you down, too? Or is the cloak singularly purposed?
[ she's ready to get back to hayle. and a bed. the anti-climaticism of all this is making her a little impatient. ]
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she'd almost look bored, if not for the fact that stephen appears just a few moments after, leaning over the edge and confirming the set up had finished. yennefer, with the same expression, lifts the waterskin up to him. a semi-mock cheers before she taks a drink and wishes it were wine instead. ]
Perhaps they'll all be this simple. [ she muses, then snorts once at thancred's snappy comment. because why not. and then loudly enough for stephen to hear as well: ] Does it take you down, too? Or is the cloak singularly purposed?
[ she's ready to get back to hayle. and a bed. the anti-climaticism of all this is making her a little impatient. ]