The embrace would be more satisfying if he were not so wrought with sadness. Yennefer cards her fingers through his hair and pet down his back. No, she doesn't know how best to sooth a child, though were she weeping she would feel comforted in the arms of someone she trusted. Today has been such an eye opening experience for one another. Trust is there, tentative and strengthening.

Would have? She stops a laugh and turns it into a thoughtful hum. "Far be it from me to say I have done nothing to deserve it. I was not kind to you as you suffered. I know better now. As do you," why else would he be apologizing? Yennefer presses her cheek to Jaskier's, holding him tighter. Her smooth skin to his own, her lips close to his ear. "Apologies don't come from unworthy people."

And for a moment they sit, cozy to one another. She lets him breathe and hold her. Her hands stay in motion. Now and again her lips move to press kisses close to the shell of his ear.

Somewhere that fool of a Witcher may feel the sensation of feet treading over his grave. May it bring him restlessness. May it bring him remorse. Such a skilled hunter to wound not one but two hearts in such an action. Yennefer tries her best not to think of him. The song conjured him as sure as chaos. Holding Jaskier who smells of the cherry liquor, the smoke of the tavern and chill of the night is her charm against memories. She sighs and nuzzles again. The bard is here and close, speaking his mind the way so few ever do.

"I can take cruelty. All this time I've assumed you hated me. All of this is a surprise... a wonderful, merciful surprise. Please don't weep, my lord." A very gentle teasing. "Don't weep for things we cannot undo. It hurts us, yes."