[ if yennefer was being honest - and really, this provided for the best case scenario. she didn't have time to be anything but honest, and therefore probably could accept the fact that she didn't really think a whole lot of this through. so much of her life had been that, had been her diving in and having enough control of her magic, her skills, and her self to trust she'd make it through and out. and even if it's been weeks, even if she's has had to come to terms with her lack, it still manages to escape her now. because all she can think is that she has to get that creature off of stephen, and then once it's off, she has to make sure he's not simply going to fall apart. wounds, blood, and biology are hardly new things for her, and while she may not be a healer, she knows enough. enough to know how dangerous this is. enough to know that her daggers go through the back of the wolf's hind.
it doesn't work. she grits her teeth, frustration and panic seeping through, and that's when thancred arrives, and yennefer doesn't even have the time to feel relieved at it before his hands are prying the wolf's jaw open, and yennefer leaves her blades still in the creature to reach around, slipping her own hands inbetween the wolf's jaws to help pry. between thancred's kick and their combined hands, the wolf yelps and releases, and yennefer's attention is on stephen as he tries to sit up, as the blood continues to pool at his middle. ]
You idiot, stop- stop moving you'll- [ because while stephen tries to sit up, yennefer's hands are moving, pulling off her coat to press against the wound to try and stop some of the bleeding, one hand going to stephen's shoulder to hold him down. she looks up just in time to catch thancred's eyes, blown wide from the adrenaline, and for her to catch movement around them. there are more wolves, but maybe not many. hopefully? she's not sure. she catches the silver of his eyes, can feel the anxiety through all of them.
some magick might be helpful about now!
yennefer stills, almost instantly, her breath coming fast in spite of it. her eyes glance down to where stephen's blood has started to seep through the fabric of her coat, where he digs his hands into the dirt and tries to sit up. what remains of the pack is still around them, they are still in immediate danger, and if she could just-
yennefer focuses, her entire body tensing as she presses down onto the wound - trying to heal, trying to do anything. magic would be more than helpful right now. if she had her magic they would all be through with this. they would be safe. stephen would be whole. she focuses, chasing after the words she knows by heart, reaches for the feeling of it. of this. of anything. calling for what should answer, what should be there. but as nothing comes in the following moment, or the next, that focusing turns into a frustrated scream, a scream that eventually comes to- ] I can't! [ when her eyes open and she looks back to thancred, she looks lost. terrified. but also...not relieved, necessarily, but like a weight that she had been shouldering simply slips off. like the armor, the walls, all of it has simply crumbled. ] I can't- my magic, it's-
[ there's another snarling, and yennefer's attention is ripped back away from them again. ]
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it doesn't work. she grits her teeth, frustration and panic seeping through, and that's when thancred arrives, and yennefer doesn't even have the time to feel relieved at it before his hands are prying the wolf's jaw open, and yennefer leaves her blades still in the creature to reach around, slipping her own hands inbetween the wolf's jaws to help pry. between thancred's kick and their combined hands, the wolf yelps and releases, and yennefer's attention is on stephen as he tries to sit up, as the blood continues to pool at his middle. ]
You idiot, stop- stop moving you'll- [ because while stephen tries to sit up, yennefer's hands are moving, pulling off her coat to press against the wound to try and stop some of the bleeding, one hand going to stephen's shoulder to hold him down. she looks up just in time to catch thancred's eyes, blown wide from the adrenaline, and for her to catch movement around them. there are more wolves, but maybe not many. hopefully? she's not sure. she catches the silver of his eyes, can feel the anxiety through all of them.
some magick might be helpful about now!
yennefer stills, almost instantly, her breath coming fast in spite of it. her eyes glance down to where stephen's blood has started to seep through the fabric of her coat, where he digs his hands into the dirt and tries to sit up. what remains of the pack is still around them, they are still in immediate danger, and if she could just-
yennefer focuses, her entire body tensing as she presses down onto the wound - trying to heal, trying to do anything. magic would be more than helpful right now. if she had her magic they would all be through with this. they would be safe. stephen would be whole. she focuses, chasing after the words she knows by heart, reaches for the feeling of it. of this. of anything. calling for what should answer, what should be there. but as nothing comes in the following moment, or the next, that focusing turns into a frustrated scream, a scream that eventually comes to- ] I can't! [ when her eyes open and she looks back to thancred, she looks lost. terrified. but also...not relieved, necessarily, but like a weight that she had been shouldering simply slips off. like the armor, the walls, all of it has simply crumbled. ] I can't- my magic, it's-
[ there's another snarling, and yennefer's attention is ripped back away from them again. ]