"That is exactly what I was hoping you would say. I had no intention of giving them back to you anyway..." another way to signify that what has happened in the past is to be left behind. Bringing along artifacts of Valdo brings memories. All this time he had the kerchief and the pen. Yennefer finds herself hoping that he didn't write to her with it. Touching it and using it dignifies the cretin with his thoughts. Why, after today each and every reminder will only be about what a terrific fool he is.

"I must break down the items, charge the remains with chaos and carry them with me and when we sit to watch is performance." Fire, especially enchanted fire, breaks down organic and in organic material. "It shouldn't be long. You did say you had intended to sup."

Yennefer pauses and notices he is just staring into the opened box. "What is it?" Jaskier is still caught up in processing just how angry he is in this moment. She breaks away from the table and cauldron to step closer. Her eyes widen and her mouth twists. For a moment she feels empty, utterly hollow because her last thought and and the moment and everything she might have said are empty possibilities that have flown off. Touching it would be like handling a snake so she reaches for the bit of paper using only two fingers.

"It's from--" Jaskier knows who it's from. The rest of the note for a moment is a blur because the emptiness fills her up to the brim with rage. "Why are we not going to kill him?"