[ she is still breathing a bit heavily as the realization that this was over sets in. thancred starts moving first, stepping around the corpse of the creature and picking up whatever ruined fabric remains of his coat. yennefer watches the body of it a few more moments as if half expecting it to startle back to life, before she goes to try and wipe away any and all of the remains of it that litter the front of her coat, her arms, her hands. her face scrunches up at the realization of just how much this is all going to smell here in a few hours, tossing any excess gunk into the wet sand at her feet.
thancred murmurs something about remind me never to make you angry and yennefer actually lets out a kind of laugh, which is probably much softer and more honest a sound than most of how yennefer has held herself this trip. exhaustion and the quick loss of adrenaline letting the sound escape before she realizes it. ]
You haven't seen me angry. [ which is a bit of a juxtaposition from the smile she's wearing, the near-youthfullness in his expression. it's over - none of them got hurt, the creature is dead, and the device should still be safe. she glances over to stephen just in time to see him wince, and that easy way about her edges back into something closer to worry as she starts towards him. ]
We're fine. [ she says, quickly, but her focus is on stephen. she'd seen the way he hit the ground, the way he'd strained against the monster to hold it steady for them. and she is also very familiar with the injuries he sustained last time. with very little ceremony, she sticks the sword in the sand and wipes her hands on the cleanest parts of her coat before reaching forward and pulling away at stephen's tunic, coat, and bandages. the magic cloak lifts a bit away from her as if to help.
her sandpiper, too, returns from where it had stayed back with stephen - hopping from stephen's shoulder to yennefer's, now that she was no longer in direct danger with the creature. it seemed to check on her, a bit anxious, a bit worried, but yennefer doesn't pay it much mind as her focus remains on her hands, on stephen's middle. no, she doesn't really ask stephen first before she starts checking the wounds, doesn't ask permission before she's ducked close and starts pulling away at his clothes, but he should be pretty used to it by now. her bedside manner leaves something to be desired, but she does know what she's doing. ]
We need to get the device set up and see. [ yennefer says while her eyes are still on stephen, on the wounds, on checking to see what other damage might have been done. she tsks, apparently not entirely happy with the state of things, but aware enough to know she's not cleaning any wounds when she, herself, is covered in shit. she looks up at stephen first, then over to thancred. ] If they're drawn to whatever chaos the device is giving off... [ well. she's not entirely sure what they'll do. they can't set up a protective ward without it affecting the readings. yennefer's eyes turn back to the corpse of the thing, trying to remember if she'd read anything herself about something even slightly similar, before her eyes catch on something glittering in the sand where thancred had been. ]
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thancred murmurs something about remind me never to make you angry and yennefer actually lets out a kind of laugh, which is probably much softer and more honest a sound than most of how yennefer has held herself this trip. exhaustion and the quick loss of adrenaline letting the sound escape before she realizes it. ]
You haven't seen me angry. [ which is a bit of a juxtaposition from the smile she's wearing, the near-youthfullness in his expression. it's over - none of them got hurt, the creature is dead, and the device should still be safe. she glances over to stephen just in time to see him wince, and that easy way about her edges back into something closer to worry as she starts towards him. ]
We're fine. [ she says, quickly, but her focus is on stephen. she'd seen the way he hit the ground, the way he'd strained against the monster to hold it steady for them. and she is also very familiar with the injuries he sustained last time. with very little ceremony, she sticks the sword in the sand and wipes her hands on the cleanest parts of her coat before reaching forward and pulling away at stephen's tunic, coat, and bandages. the magic cloak lifts a bit away from her as if to help.
her sandpiper, too, returns from where it had stayed back with stephen - hopping from stephen's shoulder to yennefer's, now that she was no longer in direct danger with the creature. it seemed to check on her, a bit anxious, a bit worried, but yennefer doesn't pay it much mind as her focus remains on her hands, on stephen's middle. no, she doesn't really ask stephen first before she starts checking the wounds, doesn't ask permission before she's ducked close and starts pulling away at his clothes, but he should be pretty used to it by now. her bedside manner leaves something to be desired, but she does know what she's doing. ]
We need to get the device set up and see. [ yennefer says while her eyes are still on stephen, on the wounds, on checking to see what other damage might have been done. she tsks, apparently not entirely happy with the state of things, but aware enough to know she's not cleaning any wounds when she, herself, is covered in shit. she looks up at stephen first, then over to thancred. ] If they're drawn to whatever chaos the device is giving off... [ well. she's not entirely sure what they'll do. they can't set up a protective ward without it affecting the readings. yennefer's eyes turn back to the corpse of the thing, trying to remember if she'd read anything herself about something even slightly similar, before her eyes catch on something glittering in the sand where thancred had been. ]
Thancred, what are those?