The taught muscles along her jawline might suggest otherwise. Yennefer pins him down with a questioning gaze—of course he'd find her. That's how this whole damn thing works, doesn't it? Not simple luck, nothing so dismissive like a stray coincidence.
"You think I'm so dull-witted to consider this," she gestures to the foreign land around them, "a fitting punishment, Geralt? Please, whoever has done this obviously is lacking in both taste and judgment."
She sighs heavily. There's a wish to stay angry at him, and rightfully so! And yet, regardless of this, the longer she watches him, the more her anger simmers down to a manageable annoyance.
"Come on," she says, walking toward or perhaps past him. "I don't trust you to wander here by yourself."
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The taught muscles along her jawline might suggest otherwise. Yennefer pins him down with a questioning gaze—of course he'd find her. That's how this whole damn thing works, doesn't it? Not simple luck, nothing so dismissive like a stray coincidence.
"You think I'm so dull-witted to consider this," she gestures to the foreign land around them, "a fitting punishment, Geralt? Please, whoever has done this obviously is lacking in both taste and judgment."
She sighs heavily. There's a wish to stay angry at him, and rightfully so! And yet, regardless of this, the longer she watches him, the more her anger simmers down to a manageable annoyance.
"Come on," she says, walking toward or perhaps past him. "I don't trust you to wander here by yourself."