[ yennefer is not particularly keyed into the mood around the castle since their return from nocwich. as much as she tries to listen in on the murmurs of rumors and whispers from the mages who attend to her, she is decidedly cut off from information, updated only when those who come to visit her bring along updates with their concerns. as much as yennefer hates this - the bed, the room, the little privacy she's afforded, the uselessness of not being able to heal herself - until she's able to retain enough energy to get up out of this damn bed, she doesn't see a lot of other options.
does it mean she takes any of this well? no. she's been nothing short of a nightmare since she woke up. but she hasn't left yet - which does mean that when she gets a visitor, it feels a bit like a reprieve, at first. at least until she glances over and very specifically does not recognize the tall figure in the doorway. Urianger Augurelt he calls himself, and yennefer's brow creases as she sits up a bit on her bed. ]
An associate of Thancred's? [ she asks, unsure, as she takes in what she can. the black clothes, the death imagery, the tattoo. oh, she does recognize that, which means that this is someone from thancred's world. ]
You're a new Summoned. [ she says, without explicitly confirming or denying. urianger may or may not look over her, and will find her to be on the third or fourth day of her healing. it does appear she's turning down most, if not all, of the healing magic offered to her by the mages of thorne, but she will be alright. if anything, he probably gets a good look at the stubborn cut of her jaw, the way she is very specifically not giving him anything by way of her body language.
but urianger continues, mentions his conversations with thancred, that he wants to talk to her as a friend, and yennefer's chest tightens. she remembers the last conversation she had with thancred, and wonders if this is...well. she's not sure. but that tension doesn't quite go away.
when he gestures towards the chair, asks to sit, yennefer thinks for a brief moment before nodding once. go ahead. ] And what assistance would that be?
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does it mean she takes any of this well? no. she's been nothing short of a nightmare since she woke up. but she hasn't left yet - which does mean that when she gets a visitor, it feels a bit like a reprieve, at first. at least until she glances over and very specifically does not recognize the tall figure in the doorway. Urianger Augurelt he calls himself, and yennefer's brow creases as she sits up a bit on her bed. ]
An associate of Thancred's? [ she asks, unsure, as she takes in what she can. the black clothes, the death imagery, the tattoo. oh, she does recognize that, which means that this is someone from thancred's world. ]
You're a new Summoned. [ she says, without explicitly confirming or denying. urianger may or may not look over her, and will find her to be on the third or fourth day of her healing. it does appear she's turning down most, if not all, of the healing magic offered to her by the mages of thorne, but she will be alright. if anything, he probably gets a good look at the stubborn cut of her jaw, the way she is very specifically not giving him anything by way of her body language.
but urianger continues, mentions his conversations with thancred, that he wants to talk to her as a friend, and yennefer's chest tightens. she remembers the last conversation she had with thancred, and wonders if this is...well. she's not sure. but that tension doesn't quite go away.
when he gestures towards the chair, asks to sit, yennefer thinks for a brief moment before nodding once. go ahead. ] And what assistance would that be?