[ but that is it, isn't it? yennefer doesn't even realize yet how complicated that will be. you don't have to, he says. there are people. but still she is here, bedridden, because she couldn't protect herself. because those people weren't able to. these pieces aren't explicit to her at the moment, but even still there is a feeling, something dark and cold that she hasn't quite been able to unfurl, even as she heard from jaskier. even as she met with ciri.
it's what has her fingers curling around the glass. it's what has her wishing, really and truly wishing, she could get over this. that she could just get drunk and not be so so aware that none of this is real, that she isn't really here with geralt.
when he speaks, her eyes jerk back to him - partially because she hadn't, actually, expected him to speak. and partially because if he had, she hadn't expected it to be about sodden, and for a moment yennefer is just still. he had mentioned being near sodden, and while that conversation feels lifetimes ago, she can still feel it. the battlefield, the smoke, the fire, tissaia. tissaia. it has been months since then, and then months more since she'd had those dreams at all, but the tension that shoots through yennefer at the memories feel fresh. the realization of what geralt is saying making it all the fresher.
he doesn't say it, but this time she knows the words hang in the air. to find you. but yennefer doesn't know what to do with that - that geralt had come looking for her, that he saw the carnage she had done. tissaia had known yennefer was the only one who could, had urged her to do the only thing they had left, and it had worked.
for vilgefortz's glory, perhaps, but it had worked. ]
The Nilfgaardian army had broken through. Sodden was going to fall, had fallen, honestly, and we'd all be dead if something wasn't done. If we- [ we, the sorceresses of aretuza. her sisters, falling one by one. she knows now that triss survives, that sabrina survives. that fringilla- ] If I didn't do something. So I did.
[ does she have to say it? or can geralt put it together? the fire, the burned bodies, the skeletons of fifty thousand soldiers, most of whom died at her hands. the fire that came from her hands. yennefer looks to them now, pulling her palms from the cup to her lap, before she curls them into fists under the table. ]
Fire magic is forbidden, for good reason. If if not contained exactly it consumes you as its source. It should have consumed me, but- [ a shrug - geralt knows about her chaos, about what her decisions at sodden left behind. ] Fringilla and the few remaining Nilfgaardian soldiers found me instead. They were marching me to- honestly, it doesn't fucking matter. We barely made it two nights out from Sodden before the elves found us.
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it's what has her fingers curling around the glass. it's what has her wishing, really and truly wishing, she could get over this. that she could just get drunk and not be so so aware that none of this is real, that she isn't really here with geralt.
when he speaks, her eyes jerk back to him - partially because she hadn't, actually, expected him to speak. and partially because if he had, she hadn't expected it to be about sodden, and for a moment yennefer is just still. he had mentioned being near sodden, and while that conversation feels lifetimes ago, she can still feel it. the battlefield, the smoke, the fire, tissaia. tissaia. it has been months since then, and then months more since she'd had those dreams at all, but the tension that shoots through yennefer at the memories feel fresh. the realization of what geralt is saying making it all the fresher.
he doesn't say it, but this time she knows the words hang in the air. to find you. but yennefer doesn't know what to do with that - that geralt had come looking for her, that he saw the carnage she had done. tissaia had known yennefer was the only one who could, had urged her to do the only thing they had left, and it had worked.
for vilgefortz's glory, perhaps, but it had worked. ]
The Nilfgaardian army had broken through. Sodden was going to fall, had fallen, honestly, and we'd all be dead if something wasn't done. If we- [ we, the sorceresses of aretuza. her sisters, falling one by one. she knows now that triss survives, that sabrina survives. that fringilla- ] If I didn't do something. So I did.
[ does she have to say it? or can geralt put it together? the fire, the burned bodies, the skeletons of fifty thousand soldiers, most of whom died at her hands. the fire that came from her hands. yennefer looks to them now, pulling her palms from the cup to her lap, before she curls them into fists under the table. ]
Fire magic is forbidden, for good reason. If if not contained exactly it consumes you as its source. It should have consumed me, but- [ a shrug - geralt knows about her chaos, about what her decisions at sodden left behind. ] Fringilla and the few remaining Nilfgaardian soldiers found me instead. They were marching me to- honestly, it doesn't fucking matter. We barely made it two nights out from Sodden before the elves found us.