[ at least he's acknowledged her. it's more than what she deserves, but geralt in his roughness and anger is a lot kinder than her. she watches him all the while suspecting she should look away, but yennefer doesn't wish to miss a mere flicker of his expression. she's greedy, as she's always been. while she had spent a good portion of her life lusting for power, she now lusts for this bulk of a man who feels more distant to her than he's ever been.

the other witchers have been entertaining enough to watch from a distance, but it's geralt's company she undeservedly longs for. ]

Bathing would help with that.

[ the corner of her lip curves upwards, but she doesn't commit to smiling fully. she glances down at his tankard and his hands and thinks of him gripping that sword and holding it against her neck without even a tremor in his arm. ]

For a multitude of reasons. For one, she'd stop spending our time together complaining of your stink.

[ while ciri has become a safe topic of conversation, yennefer knows it's also the most difficult and sensitive. ]