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[vixening]

Who: yennefer + others
When: september
Where: castle thorne + the horizon
What: after the events of the nocwich, and the retaliation from all sides, yennefer keeps busy. ota unless specified otherwise.
Warnings: yennefer's bad moods, etc.

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[vixening]

I would be out of here already.

[ she snaps back, though the edge to her words has more to do with her own frustration than anything with stephen. it's a feeling he is probably aware of, considering his own time in a hospital bed, but yennefer feels a bit like she's going insane. the exhaustion, the pain, the watchful eyes, the fact she doesn't want any of the local mages to so much as touch her, let alone attempt to help.

once the last of them leaves, she does feel better with just her and stephen in the room. a hair less like she has to perform, a hair more like she could relax. she snorts a bit at the tone he takes, and how much it sounds very healer esque.

her brow lifts as he approaches her bedside, curious, and slightly entertained. ]

Attempting to bribe me, Stephen?

[sorser]

[He knows better than to take any offense at the edge in her voice; and he doesn’t. Instead, his brows inch higher and his smile becomes a little cheeky, fishing into his pocket and unearthing a small leather pouch. He pulls the flap open to reveal a neat row of glass vials. Tinctures, potions, finely and freshly brewed.]

Not exactly. But I thought I’d bring you some medicine that you can trust more than what these mages are whipping up.

[Maybe something from a friend goes down better than the castle hands, flitting about here and there and trying to heal an agitated patient. He hands it to her for inspection.]

Something to help with the pain, and something to help you sleep. I’m not as good at tossing together potions as you, but I gave it the ol’ college try, and I think they came out well enough. I’ll take constructive criticism, though, from the expert.

[vixening]

[ the cheekiness of his smile doesn't catch her off-guard, necessarily, but it does cut through some of the underpinnings of anger. her ire is not directed at stephen, and he probably knows better than most others what it feels like, in this position. so much that the smile, the small leather pouch, it settles some of that burn in her.

leaving her more exhausted, perhaps, but not so much so that she dislikes it. ]

Medicine? [ she asks, incredulous, her eyes going from the tinctures to stephen. her brow is still arched, her curiosity winning out over everything else. ] I don't think I've seen you brew a potion of your own, Stephen. Am I going to be impressed?

[ he's absolutely correct in thinking she is only going to trust aid from those she knows, and given her current, less than great state, she could use it. she sits up a little straighter, holding her hand out for the pouch to inspect the contents. ]

Oh, you will certainly hear my thoughts. [ she says easily, her eyes still on the vials inside, picking through them to see what all he's brought her. yennefer does snort a bit at the expert line, before setting them down in her lap. ] Once I've had a chance to try them.

[sorser]

[The glass vials are long and slender, and neatly packed into the pouch. She might safely assume there are two kinds: four of one, and four of the other, differentiated by their coloration. The left set is almost clear, the right set a pleasant light blue, slightly more viscous.

Stephen scoffs.]

Are you setting me up for a trap? Want me to say “yes, you’ll definitely be impressed” only to turn around and pick apart everything about them? [He’s joking, of course — but also, no, he’s not going to do that.] I don’t know how impressed you might actually be, but at least I can say that I’m a fast learner. I always have been.

[He has no doubt that they will work to some extent, and again, at least they do not come from the hands of Thornean mages having to endure her ire.]

Say what you want about the castle, but you have to admit: they have a nice alchemical set for whipping these things up. [Holds up a finger, jokingly.] Just… If I turn you into a frog, don’t be too angry with me.

[vixening]

[ for good measure, she picks out one of the vials of the more viscous, blue liquid. ]

I plan on picking them apart regardless of what you say of them. You haven’t come by one of my classes for me to do it publicly, so I’ll have to take the opportunity when I’m given it.

[ also a joke, judging by the slight twinkle in her eye. a few moments later she slides it back into place and closes the compartment, setting it aside for now. she’ll come back to it later, she’s sure of it, and there is something distinctly thankful in the way she looks back to him. even as she snorts, then winces, her body still somewhat sensitive. ]

You’re making me wonder if I shouldn’t force you to drink them with me. At least then we’ll both be frogs and then you’ll be able to understand how furious I’ll be.

[sorser]

[Being able to joke is a good sign, at least. It's a stark difference to her demeanor just a few minutes ago; if Stephen can manage giving her that brand of comfort, even if it is in innocent humor at his expense, then he has no qualms about it.]

How about I make you a deal? You drink one of those after I leave, and I'll come to your classes when you're undoubtedly feeling better. You can pick it apart then, in front of everyone else.

[Though only half-joking, it's not a bad idea. He'd follow through.]

[vixening]

[ as long as stephen thinks it's a good sign. yennefer isn't sure if that applies normally, especially considering a certain bard she knows, but the fact at all she's willing to joke with stephen while partially in this state says more about him than anything else.

not that yennefer would ever admit as much. stephen can figure it out on his own.

but at the offer, yennefer's brow arches, like she's surprised he would offer something as big as that. it evolves into a slow smile before she nods, once. ]

Alright then, I'll make that deal.

[ because for all the fuss she might have put up, she does trust stephen's capabilities. more than just about anyone else in this castle. but she's not going to pass up on this opportunity. ]