Watching him quietly look over the place, she wonders how long has it been since he was here. Jaskier holds the University close to his heart. It was a place he grew in his art. If there is one thing he loves beyond the pleasures of the flesh, he loves music and song. How many of his compositions were crafted here? Or maybe this was where he just practice the melodies of the masters? His exuberance and religious skincare has kept him youthful. In her minds eye she imagines an even younger songbird spreading his wings.

"Your private conservatory," she offers with a gentle smile. He has cleared off a place for her to sit before she even thinks to stop him. "Thank you, my good sir."

The party in the streets is the draw. Sitting in the warm, calm room holding his hand is an experience Yennefer wasn't aware she needed. She doesn't speak for a moment. The talk outside the window and birds far off in the distance. A person could get so much done without distraction in these four walls.

"You feel better being here. I can tell." Far less tense in his posture. "I didn't mean to upset you or be so--" herself, she supposes. Instead of finishing her shoulders gently shrug. "I was drawing him to me on purpose. I needed an item of his for my spell."