[The fire ignites easily. She still takes time to arrange stones to keep it from spreading further than the kindling. The leather bag she has she pulls out wine and sheep skins. One immediately goes to Geralt.]

That has never happened before.

[As though she takes personal offense. Yennefer looks at John, as though trying to decipher thoughts and origin by looks alone. No solutions, same as before when he popped into her room at the inn.]

...Roach is in the forest. Somewhere. A chestnut. Can you call her? Best she stays closer to us. Knowing Geralt he has items in the saddlebags too.

[Speaking of the inn, she moves to kneel by Geralt. Pushing back his sweat and blood caked hair with an unnecessarily careful gesture.]

I promised you a bath and a bed, not tonight.