There is time yet to show what other scars have marred their hearts and souls. That won't mean that it will be any less spectacular of a reaction. Yennefer loves as fiercely as she fights, with her whole self. Light and shadow of her aligned to a cause. Perhaps it is a blessing to the whole world that not many are endeared to her. Especially fragile, normal humans.

Yennefer is able to smile and breathe now that there is a sign of recovery at his own lips. It feels even better as a kiss on her skin. "It was an adventure, wasn't it?" Gossip, song, drink and lovemaking and so very, very much stimulating conversation.

"The offer stands." Hands joined acts as a lead as she steps to pull them to the bed. A gesture pulls back the furs and linen. There was a thought to comb her hair and put it into a plait, it's been over taken by wanting to wrap him in an embrace in hopes to settle what is trying to ail them. "Tomorrow morning or four and twenty mornings from now...the offer stands." She does not apply the same patience with her own hesitation. Jaskier's on the other hand? She has the time.

His shoulder gets a push. Urging him to sit, undoubtedly after lay because she is going to draw the bedding up and around them.