[ yennefer assumes as much - that if there had been anything serious, anything dire, that thancred would have told her. it's what's kept her from hunting him down sooner, kept her tone lighter, more friendly and curious than tense and demanding. and yet even with that understanding, there is the creeping worry that something has happened. that thancred, for whatever reasons, has specifically chosen not to tell yennefer what it is he's found. that geralt had said something, perhaps, that had shifted thancred's perspective.

it's a worry that eats away at her, no matter how much she tells herself that isn't something he would do or, even, so what if it is? it shouldn't bother her as much, none of this should bother her as much, and so she stifled it down and busied herself with her work, with the court, with everything else.

and now they split ways in the most familiar of fashions, her search for a bottle and glasses coming up fruitful and easy, and then she makes her way outside. it's not until thancred has rejoined her back outside that she shifts to give him enough room for himself and the plate that she pours their glasses, takes her own and picks up one of the pieces of meat and chewing as he asks her how he's been. ]

Ah- busy with my studies, mostly. [ she swallows, takes a drink of her wine, waves off any passing interesting he might have in the details of it. ] Figuring out how to keep the two mages occupied that Ambrose so graciously assigned me has taken more effort than it should, but they've proven useful. [ yennefer shrugs, uncaring, before her brows lift back to him. ] Though it's been some time since I've checked in with you.