She gives his hand a squeeze as she had before. Though it does not feel sufficient enough to settle him. The poor dear. Perhaps her own reaction to Valdo's charms had colored her response. "I'm not angry with you," or else she would not be willing to go forward or be so very concerned with how much his moods have changed.

They will speak more alone. Yes.

"More privacy is ideal. Did you have lodging?" There was a modest dormitory at the University waiting. It was not the plush accommodations she spends. She did not take his warning of the fest of being popular to heart when it came to time sensitive arrangements. The most important detail was revenge. Usually there was always someone near that would want her company. And it had been a month. Jaskier was free to go and do whatever he pleased. That still was a subject she was not prepared to bring up. The timing of the moment is even worse.

To cheer the mood and to get to where they need to go, she pulls at his hand to a side street from the boulevard. "Imagine a place where you feel safe and quiet. Somewhere here in the city. Do you see it right now? In your mind?" The air shifts as if there was a wind and a swirling disk of air appears. "Don't let go of my hand. Keep thinking of that place."