Pulled down? That ignites a short laugh. Yennefer doesn't resist his touch nor gravity. They fall together. Lilac, honeysuckle, gooseberry, lavender... the lighter shades have a sort of musk on his skin, it's pleasing to her nose. That's whys he nuzzles up against him.

One hand has a careless half movement and the blanket linen move, the fur after. The candles can gutter out. It's fine.

"You're welcome, Jaskier." Gods above she is actually feeling tired now that they lay still. She keeps her face close to his body. His heartbeat is steady, honest and true. No magic, just the miracle of life as it was before The Conjunction of the Spheres.