[Both of her delicate hands make a swirling motion and knock John back, back against the wall. It's akin to two arms pinning him there at the shoulders, just strong enough to press, not crush. Yennefer steps closer, her brow furrowed and hands still up.]
John.
[Her tone is dripping with doubt.]
Stay a moment. You are here after all. No messages? No apology even?
[The door is at least seven feet behind Yennefer. She hasn't crossed her circle. A glance down to see if this altercation had disrupted her markings.]
no subject
John.
[Her tone is dripping with doubt.]
Stay a moment. You are here after all. No messages? No apology even?
[The door is at least seven feet behind Yennefer. She hasn't crossed her circle. A glance down to see if this altercation had disrupted her markings.]
People just don't show up without a portal.