"Courtly propriety and decorum so rarely follow sense as it is." And given his accolades as well as success in Cidaris, he must have had his own very poor games of hiding the sausage with equal if not greater disasters than Jaskier. In Jaskier's case she knows without a doubt in some way, in some capacity each and every tumble was it's own true love story. For Valdo Marx he was looking for a thrill for no other but himself. Her bard is not the only with a broken heart.

Sixteen years old, the same darling face she imagined moments ago loving without abandon and falling into the arms of a man with no care for it whatsoever. The more she thinks on it, the less it settles her. Yennefer gives him her hand. "There is so much more to you than a young music student. And that was not the last chance to get what love is owed to you. Far from it." Her words are warm, fond and for a moment she thinks to stay more and lets the thought drift.

"Now how am I to resist quite spectacular?" There was no way she was going to let him sleep alone tonight. Whether or not they end up in compromising positions is not an issue. They are friends. Good friends. Wonderful and most devoted of friends.