[ it's possible he has told her before now - yennefer is not in a state to be stubborn about this. doesn't know if she would, even if she had the energy. but it's still all been sapped from her - the fight with istredd, the conversation with geralt, and now...
thancred offers a hollow laugh, and yennefer's smile is tired, small. they do both know why he's here, and in some way yennefer already knows what she's going to do. thancred being here, thancred talking about all of this, it feels more like a moment for her to confirm what she already knows. what she already feels. his stare is empty, distant. he's not looking at anything in particular, but yennefer is looking at him. watches as he speaks, as he says while I bout her and others time, as his expression twitches.
her chest tightens, whether it's through his emotions she picks up on, or the fact she knows where he is going with this. knows that the mention of nocwich is coming, before the word leaves his mouth. he does lean forward, his hand reaches out, and yennefer watches it.
i can't let that happen again, yennefer. ]
I hated you for a while, after Nocwich. [ she says after a brief silence, perhaps a bit bluntly. it's not meant to be harsh, or sharp, and truthfully she doesn't have the energy in her to even try. instead, she sets down her wine. looks back to him, to his outstretched hand. ]
There were very few within the castle I could trust, fewer who I could admit to myself I did. [ yennefer had been without magic, had been scared and cornered and so, so desperate. angry. a representative of the very crown she was so desperate to protect herself from.
it feels like lifetimes ago, and in a lot of ways it has been. still, it feels like there's so much more to go. so much more to do. her life feels as though it had only begun to settle, which she supposes means she should have expected something like this.
her eyes linger on her wine glass for a few moments, before she shakes her head. ] I've been betrayed before, by those close to me, and at the time those wounds still hadn't healed. Everything that happened at Nocwich, everything that happened after, it reopened old wounds. I blamed everyone, I blamed you, because blaming myself would have involved admitting just how little control I had.
[ when yennefer turns back to thancred, she offers another small smile, then leans forward and takes the hand he'd stretched out for her. her fingers wrap around his, squeezing gently. ]
You're not making the wrong decision here, Thancred. You have to know that.
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thancred offers a hollow laugh, and yennefer's smile is tired, small. they do both know why he's here, and in some way yennefer already knows what she's going to do. thancred being here, thancred talking about all of this, it feels more like a moment for her to confirm what she already knows. what she already feels. his stare is empty, distant. he's not looking at anything in particular, but yennefer is looking at him. watches as he speaks, as he says while I bout her and others time, as his expression twitches.
her chest tightens, whether it's through his emotions she picks up on, or the fact she knows where he is going with this. knows that the mention of nocwich is coming, before the word leaves his mouth. he does lean forward, his hand reaches out, and yennefer watches it.
i can't let that happen again, yennefer. ]
I hated you for a while, after Nocwich. [ she says after a brief silence, perhaps a bit bluntly. it's not meant to be harsh, or sharp, and truthfully she doesn't have the energy in her to even try. instead, she sets down her wine. looks back to him, to his outstretched hand. ]
There were very few within the castle I could trust, fewer who I could admit to myself I did. [ yennefer had been without magic, had been scared and cornered and so, so desperate. angry. a representative of the very crown she was so desperate to protect herself from.
it feels like lifetimes ago, and in a lot of ways it has been. still, it feels like there's so much more to go. so much more to do. her life feels as though it had only begun to settle, which she supposes means she should have expected something like this.
her eyes linger on her wine glass for a few moments, before she shakes her head. ] I've been betrayed before, by those close to me, and at the time those wounds still hadn't healed. Everything that happened at Nocwich, everything that happened after, it reopened old wounds. I blamed everyone, I blamed you, because blaming myself would have involved admitting just how little control I had.
[ when yennefer turns back to thancred, she offers another small smile, then leans forward and takes the hand he'd stretched out for her. her fingers wrap around his, squeezing gently. ]
You're not making the wrong decision here, Thancred. You have to know that.