[ perhaps she shouldn't have said it - yennefer realizes that a moment too late. that maybe it would have been better to keep that all separate, to keep everything separate - she has created the thousands and miles between them, is it really fair of her to try and bridge them now?

except she doesn't regret it. they are small details, things that geralt probably already knows, but she says them anyway. feels like perhaps there isn't much else for her to offer.

i know he says, and she doesn't want that ugly curl in her chest. doesn't like how angry the feeling makes her - of being a step behind. of being reminded that even the things she thinks she knows, she is the last to know them at all. it floods through her in an instant, her eyes turning to the cup, before she blinks and lets the feeling (hopefully) pass her by.

yennefer would rather focus on the noise, on the look, on the brief, fragile thing that almost feels like something. and yes, when he says she saw you in a dream, yennefer doesn't find that surprising. her understanding of ciri's abilities are still rocky, but ciri does know these things, and that's not exactly what she meant, either.

it is not yennefer's turn to make a soft noise, for her lips to turn up in a small smile, to nod. ]

That is perhaps best. I will tell her those myself.

[ in the moments that follow, yennefer feels herself searching for a reason - to remain sitting, to stay, to hold onto this for just a few seconds more. but in realizing that is what she's doing, it feels forced, and in the end she does push herself to her feet.

if she appears unsteady, it has more to do with the exhaustion from her actual body than anything - pain that filters through, despite the meditation. she sets her hands down on the table and pushes herself up to stand. ]

Istredd knows, by the way. Of my chaos, and of Ciri. I assume you know that, considering your prior meeting. But I did not tell him she is here.