His skin was warm and her's cold, be it from circulation or merely that was how it was to be. The contact and contrast was soothing. Yennefer quietly let herself feel pride that she too can be a kind of comfort without sex or trying to get something out of him. Though this is not a notion that comes to people who are used to being close to another person. She pulled her hand away and reached for a sliced, cooked carrot.

"To Triss and the fanged princess." Her toast only made sense to the two of them. Yennefer gulped right along with Jaskier. Her cup clunking and spilling a portion on her hand. Oops. Far less rigid than before, she indulged to lick what splashed upon her thumb.

Her eyebrows lifted and a short laugh bubbled. "Saving a beast? What a warrior princess? Or is it from true love's kiss?" Alright, alright. The subject must be changed or else not even Jaskier could be able to stand Yennefer surrendering to brine.

"I think it was my turn. Let me see. I have never received a gift from Elves." Like the lute, the neglected third wheel to their drinking session.