Seeing her dear friend in an indignant huff and annoyance with family or herself in times long past, knowing he is so expressive does not diminish the darkness and obvious fury that plays over his face. Yennefer's thumbs smooth over his cheek. Angry enough to pull resources and punishments out fromn nothing, his cleverness it's own special sort of magic. They couldn't be fixed on a more worthy, more loathsome person than Valdo Marx.

"Jaskier," she tuts gently. He knew what she meant. The whole wreck of it is going to be a fantastic masterpiece. Perhaps with the maestro being such an abrasive personality it truly could be any number of former lovers. Though the stroke of genius could only be so many people.

"Yes, yes you had. I'm not afraid of hissing or scratching. Don't fret." His cheek gets a gentle pat. "Isn't it customary in a performance to carry on no matter what happens? Let's follow suit."