That moan and response was a given. "I know!" she all but moaned. "I know, I know! The minute you mentioned it I just simply had to tell you so that you'd understand." That was such a gift. These little common threads that pop up in her day to day. At last another person can wring their hands and clench their teeth with her! Why was it that they despised one another so? What better way to try and change the flavor than to drink more of her cup. Jaskiers timing was brilliant. More space for him to fill.

"Triss tells me that the princess was cursed to be a striga. Some other royal fuckery." This statement is delivered with a violet eyeroll. "And with it being a creature transformed by the moon, it can either be transformed or destroyed by the light of day. Meaning that grunt spent hours fighting the striga until dawn." Both of Yennefer's delicate hands gestured to the air with a lack of words for a moment. Heroic, poetic, stupid. "The princess was transformed from her beastly state after. Though she had been under the spell for years now. And do you know what her highness did to the witcher? Tried to still rip his throat out."

One simply cannot make this swill up. At least not Yennefer of all people. She took up her cup once more to take a full cheeked gulp, averting her eyes away from Jaskier's sad pout a moment. He looked the way she felt upon hearing this tale the first time. Awed, saddened and all together disappointed that such a colossal fool could do such wonderful things.