Jaskier's fingers are muscled, thin and nimble. Just what would expect of a musician. The small callouses are not near so offensive. Yennefer imagines that he indulges in a cream or salve. That is what any sensible man would do. Unless you're Geralt and you opt for gloves and don't do a thing about a wound until it is bleeding. Two songs out of it inspired by that wretch. Jaskier can do better. He will do better.

She squeezes his hand and stands after him. "It would be my pleasure to host you." He provided food, music and entertainment. Though this give and take has been so easy, so effortless. That can't be because of drinking.

Seeing that the bard is departing, he is getting a purse out of this. Meager. The barmaid was apparently well liked. Oops. Yennefer takes Jaskier's arm and tilts her head to his shoulder. She can take the purse since the other hand she is not holding will be for the lute.