"Jaskier," her tone has altered so much to one that you would give a child or a small animal. The change happened without any transition. Yennefer would be more guarded if she were less into the bottle than she is in this moment. "I promise I don't do much more than prod the surface. And in your case your words and thoughts are one and the same. All I have to do is wait a moment. You express yourself in the next breath."

No point in reading his mouth when he is so ready to speak. Geralt on the other hand, if it was not a thoughtful hum or a short retort he would almost always keep words to himself. Yennefer in her way felt that there was no other way than to just read his thoughts. He knew. He let her. Or at least she believe that he let her. Reading thoughts is not perfect work. People can purposely have a cloud of ideas or purposefully distract. Somehow or another the witcher hid himself from her.

Damn him. She must banish these thoughts.

More of the delicious drink in each glass. She almost over poured her own tin cup. It's an excuse to take a sip before letting it be. "My turn again is it? Let me think." A real moment for thought because she has to consider actual details she has gleaned. "I have never lived in Oxenfurt." Yennefer fingers lace together and propped up her chin. Her long lashes swept open and shut.