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placing dishes onto the table , yennefer keeps her eyes trained on her task , taking care not to linger .
𝑝riding herself on the presentation of the meal , the woman sits down and waits for her companion .
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the blanket is cupped within
one hand but he doesn’t wrap
it over frame . he’s soaked
and wished not to ruin it .
shy at nature ﹔ he merely
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lilac orbs meet the witcher’s own and she smiles with sympathy , agreeing .
“ 𝑠hall we ִ 𖤠 ” yennefer asks with a nod to the door .
there were plenty of places to drink in peace and without the trouble that undoubtedly follows with such a crowd .
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Kauis’ simper remains for a further few
moments, another sip taken of the ale
before it falls back between vast palms.
Husked hum echos in his chest, the
action seemingly causing displeasure
from suffered wounds. “It gets the job
done, in the end.” +
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delicate fingers trace the rim of her cup as the sorceress chuckles softly .
“ i never much fancied 𝑚ead anyway . ” she murmurs , glancing around at the 𝑑eafening tavern around her .
“ is there something on your mind ִ 𖤠 ” yennefer asks after a few moments of
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He notes her presence. A slight tilt of his
head ensures vision isn’t lost, observing
her silently. “Where shall I start on the
list?” Lips tilt upwards, rumbles of a soft
chuckle falling. Small ripples inside of his
tankard are disturbed as it’s lifted, a +
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“ it will dry , ” yennefer murmurs and picks up a thick blanket from the seat beside the fireplace , holding it out to the knight “ as should 𝑦ou , before you catch your 𝑑eath . ” she smiles warmly .
“ dry yourself off . dinner will be ready for you when
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︑ apologies — I don’t
mean to dirty the floor’s . ︑
glancing at his feet where the
water was dripping . offering
a quick smile ﹑throat clearing . ⠀ ⠀⠀
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“ 𝑚ℎ𝑚 .ᐟ ” yennefer hums out as she places a small steaming pot on the table .
“ i had to make do with broth since we’re out of meat but i did add other — ” she pauses when she looks up , chuckling at the sight of the man 𝑑ripping water onto the floor .
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a shower turned into that of
raging wind’s . in which only
then did he wander into the
small cabin . soaked from a
storm — something he’s used
to .
︑ oh you are cooking .. ︑ ⠀ ⠀⠀
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sliding into the seat nearest to the witcher , the sorceress takes a small sip from her cup .
“ what has your drink done to deserve such a 𝑐old welcome ִ 𖤠 ” she jokes lightly as her 𝑙ilac eyes fall to his untouched drink .
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His hand lays firm on the tankard’s handle,
ready to lift it to his lips and soothe a dry
throat at any moment he desires. So far, he
has only watched it’s contents and the soft
ripple created by each stir.