[ not a burden you have to share alone. she knows he says that to bring her comfort, to help her feel less like she’s carrying this weight and more like she’s sharing it. but all it does is make her think of geralt, who doesn’t believe her trustworthy enough to withstand the pressures. who had looked at her like someone else, with distrust and betrayal. and of course there is jaskier, alongside him. ciri, who can protect herself. alone. the comment, for only the briefest moment, makes yennefer pause. consider what it is she’s done here, telling them both.
despite the dangers it opens up, despite the risks she takes by saying this aloud, she finds she does not regret it.
thancred moves around stephen, then, to keep his eyes to their surroundings. to make certain they don’t have another run-in with the local fauna. yennefer, meanwhile, keeps an eye on stephen - on the way his hands work confidently, almost in spite of the scars that mar them. they’ve done this enough times, now, that it feels almost habit - how to set the device, how to check the watch. yennefer’s jaw is tight but she keeps her eyes on the movements, part of her wondering if this last device, if the connection between them all, would be what finally does it and shows them what this all had been about.
I don't trust them to not make some irreversible mistake stephen says, and yennefer agrees with him. nods in that agreement. feels...well, honestly, she does feel relieved by stephen’s agreement with her, can’t help but feel relieved to know that for all she may be without her own magic, stephen’s strength in chaos and magic was admirable to begin with, and seems to only grow.
thancred’s exhale is what draws her attention first, and then his wry smile. she is curious, because his loss of his magics had been something they discussed early on, but it is the sneaking around in enemy territory that has her brow arching, some of that earlier tension easing with the shared, understood fact that they are all on the same side. or at the very least, aligned. ]
So you’re some kind of spy, then? [ it’s mostly a joke, lighthearted, as stephen finishes up with the last of the steps, waiting for the device to calibrate.
it is yennefer’s turn to let out a breath, then, her hands loosening from the fists they’d curled up into. ]
No one else can know of this. [ it feels obvious to say, but she says it anyway, a kind of tone attached that this isn't her first time keeping secrets in a rumor-filled, politically driven court. ] I assume I can trust your discretion, but it has to be said.
no subject
despite the dangers it opens up, despite the risks she takes by saying this aloud, she finds she does not regret it.
thancred moves around stephen, then, to keep his eyes to their surroundings. to make certain they don’t have another run-in with the local fauna. yennefer, meanwhile, keeps an eye on stephen - on the way his hands work confidently, almost in spite of the scars that mar them. they’ve done this enough times, now, that it feels almost habit - how to set the device, how to check the watch. yennefer’s jaw is tight but she keeps her eyes on the movements, part of her wondering if this last device, if the connection between them all, would be what finally does it and shows them what this all had been about.
I don't trust them to not make some irreversible mistake stephen says, and yennefer agrees with him. nods in that agreement. feels...well, honestly, she does feel relieved by stephen’s agreement with her, can’t help but feel relieved to know that for all she may be without her own magic, stephen’s strength in chaos and magic was admirable to begin with, and seems to only grow.
thancred’s exhale is what draws her attention first, and then his wry smile. she is curious, because his loss of his magics had been something they discussed early on, but it is the sneaking around in enemy territory that has her brow arching, some of that earlier tension easing with the shared, understood fact that they are all on the same side. or at the very least, aligned. ]
So you’re some kind of spy, then? [ it’s mostly a joke, lighthearted, as stephen finishes up with the last of the steps, waiting for the device to calibrate.
it is yennefer’s turn to let out a breath, then, her hands loosening from the fists they’d curled up into. ]
No one else can know of this. [ it feels obvious to say, but she says it anyway, a kind of tone attached that this isn't her first time keeping secrets in a rumor-filled, politically driven court. ] I assume I can trust your discretion, but it has to be said.