[She's agreeing that it is lunacy to tether yourself to an erratic, changeable force. John's magic, it's an entity, natural. Still chaotic from what she's observed. Anyone with a sense of self preservation would stay back. While he is prickly as a hedgehog, there is a cork for every bottle.
Her own short comings have not yet driven back the Witcher.]
I will do what I can to return you. [And for the first time she sets her jaw and looks at John.] I'm sorry this has happened.
The worst kind, I'd say. Anybody saying differently is selling something.
[ John never figured himself for needing anything to cork the proverbial bottle. He supposes Matt fits that bill. He looks out for him in a way that very few others have. He's stuck by him through literally hellish things.
He loves him all the same. ]
Don't fret about it, love. An old saying said absence makes the heart grow fonder. He'll survive a little while without me, probably be glad for you taking me off his hands a bit.
[Grand. He is mad. She is mad. They're all mad. Though it is clear that he does not do himself any favors staying in a strange land. Knowing John a day his kind of anti-compromise will only prove to be more and more dangerous being a foreigner. Yennefer can subvert, she can feign passing through their society. She does it for herself, not just love.]
I try and make it a point not to break other people's play things.
[She cuddles closer to the Witcher, curling under the sheepskin.]
We are safe here. No need to keep watch.
[Yen sighs and puts up three fingers to make a flicking motion. The fire mutes down to hardly a glow.]
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[ Despite how he tries to push him away. John doesn't want to see Matt hurt. The thought terrifies him. ]
Maybe a little of both.
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[She's agreeing that it is lunacy to tether yourself to an erratic, changeable force. John's magic, it's an entity, natural. Still chaotic from what she's observed. Anyone with a sense of self preservation would stay back. While he is prickly as a hedgehog, there is a cork for every bottle.
Her own short comings have not yet driven back the Witcher.]
I will do what I can to return you. [And for the first time she sets her jaw and looks at John.] I'm sorry this has happened.
[Hours later.]
wrap this one?
[ John never figured himself for needing anything to cork the proverbial bottle. He supposes Matt fits that bill. He looks out for him in a way that very few others have. He's stuck by him through literally hellish things.
He loves him all the same. ]
Don't fret about it, love. An old saying said absence makes the heart grow fonder. He'll survive a little while without me, probably be glad for you taking me off his hands a bit.
sounds good <3
I try and make it a point not to break other people's play things.
[She cuddles closer to the Witcher, curling under the sheepskin.]
We are safe here. No need to keep watch.
[Yen sighs and puts up three fingers to make a flicking motion. The fire mutes down to hardly a glow.]