[ it is appreciated, that he doesn’t force his help on her. that he allows her to ask (which she won’t), but doesn’t force her one way or another. it makes her skin crawl, to be managed in that way, and whether or not it takes her longer or requires more effort, rhy is right. she is too proud.

for now, she takes the potion, checks for consistency, to make sure it has all the signs it should, before he pulls free the cork and downs it. her face scrunches in the tell tale sign of medicine before she sets the bottle down on the side table. ]

I trust the skills I’ve taught them. [ which is true, she does trust their skills, but the specific lack of the continued comment should say all that rhy needs to hear.

she trusts their abilities, but them?

yennefer exhales, then, seemingly relaxing. which should tell rhy plenty about how well he brewed that potion in particular. she gives him a look. no, she supposed it isn’t an insult, but it does feel that way. that she hasn’t been able to do it herself - protect herself, heal herself, whatever else. ]

From what I’ve heard, there’s plenty more to be worried about. Are you planning on heading to Nott?