Oh, it was impossible to forget that she was more than a mere woman. He is reminded every time he lays eyes on her and he sighs quietly as she retakes his hand. He nods as she begs his confidence and stays himself before he apologizes again. Valdo has made him jittery, has tossed him back into old habits, and he will not cheapen his apologies with Yennefer. She hears few, by her own admission, and he wants her to believe his should he ever give them.

He shifts so they are standing side by side again and he can nearly feel the eyes of the bards and students nearby as they drift away from them. Reconciled lovers are hardly salacious.

"I had been leading us to lunch, but if you would prefer greater privacy, there are other venues," he offers quietly. They could wander the galleries or sculptuaries, visit the University's library, or simply retire to the inn and Jaskier's room. He will not do her the disservice of assuming her preferences after stepping so boldly across the line so he waits before taking a step.