Rising up out of the bed is the remedy though she ought to be ashamed of herself at how she steals glances at him. The first thing she does is find a means to put a kind of order to her curls, perched at the vanity. From the mirror she watches him pass several times, clothes in his grip.
Yennefer has the audacity to hum to herself. No, it's not the terrible crab dance song. Though his scuttling is very animated. The longest part of her readiness is her face. Simple touches and she is no longer barefaced. The dress she wore the night before remains draped over the chaise. Beneath it are the illusive silk blue he was looking for. A new dress, black with carefully placed pearls of white and black dotting the neckline. Beneath is a new equally small bit of cloth and no effort to bind her breasts.
Well, if he didn't ask. She won't tell.
"You ordered a tray at the tavern." Still thirsty and impatient, she finds the apple juice. It's no longer chilled but still good. The apples were pressed the night before after all. She pours a glass. "I can't rightly tell you what it was. A roast I think?"
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Yennefer has the audacity to hum to herself. No, it's not the terrible crab dance song. Though his scuttling is very animated. The longest part of her readiness is her face. Simple touches and she is no longer barefaced. The dress she wore the night before remains draped over the chaise. Beneath it are the illusive silk blue he was looking for. A new dress, black with carefully placed pearls of white and black dotting the neckline. Beneath is a new equally small bit of cloth and no effort to bind her breasts.
Well, if he didn't ask. She won't tell.
"You ordered a tray at the tavern." Still thirsty and impatient, she finds the apple juice. It's no longer chilled but still good. The apples were pressed the night before after all. She pours a glass. "I can't rightly tell you what it was. A roast I think?"