[ Thancred isn't expecting for Yennefer to gave him some grace for his past actions. Even if it's true that his choice hadn't been made with any intention to hurt her, he had still known the risk of what he was doing, of choosing to protect Solvunn's delegate over Thorne's. Himeka over Yennefer. He had hoped that the other Thorne Summoned would be able to cover things, and to some degree they did, but he still feels complicit.
Maybe Yennefer doesn't hold it against him, at least not anymore, but he always will. It's his way, for better or worse, and only more time will cause that guilty feeling to fade.
He does manage a small huff of a laugh at the mention of Lucifer, and while he would be curious to hear more of that implication and how Lucifer was even involved, now is hardly the time. He insists to himself that he'll get the chance to ask Yennefer about it later, even if their futures are so uncertain in this moment.
He could not force her. He knows this. But it's almost as if admitting that is what finally breaks through. Granted, Thancred doesn't attribute Yennefer changing her mind to anything he said, as such. He knows that Istredd spoke to her, and possibly Geralt as well. Even so, he heaves out another sigh, his hands taking tight hold of hers again, not particularly wanting to let go now. ]
And there is no one else I would rather undertake a stupid, vague plan with than the two of you. [ When it comes to his fellow Summoned in Thorne, they have always been his closest and most trusted friends. And perhaps it goes deeper than that now, and has ever since that bizarre, too-real dream. But again, now isn't the time to think of such things. ] Is there aught else you need to pack? I'm a decent workhorse, you know. [ Finally he pulls back, drawing his hands away almost reluctantly. But she's said she'll come, and he no longer needs to worry about her slipping through his fingers. ]
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Maybe Yennefer doesn't hold it against him, at least not anymore, but he always will. It's his way, for better or worse, and only more time will cause that guilty feeling to fade.
He does manage a small huff of a laugh at the mention of Lucifer, and while he would be curious to hear more of that implication and how Lucifer was even involved, now is hardly the time. He insists to himself that he'll get the chance to ask Yennefer about it later, even if their futures are so uncertain in this moment.
He could not force her. He knows this. But it's almost as if admitting that is what finally breaks through. Granted, Thancred doesn't attribute Yennefer changing her mind to anything he said, as such. He knows that Istredd spoke to her, and possibly Geralt as well. Even so, he heaves out another sigh, his hands taking tight hold of hers again, not particularly wanting to let go now. ]
And there is no one else I would rather undertake a stupid, vague plan with than the two of you. [ When it comes to his fellow Summoned in Thorne, they have always been his closest and most trusted friends. And perhaps it goes deeper than that now, and has ever since that bizarre, too-real dream. But again, now isn't the time to think of such things. ] Is there aught else you need to pack? I'm a decent workhorse, you know. [ Finally he pulls back, drawing his hands away almost reluctantly. But she's said she'll come, and he no longer needs to worry about her slipping through his fingers. ]