( Some unnamed tension in her shoulders slackens further when Yennefer confirms no one really knows. It's not a no one can guess or no one can pick out a truth from the shape of what's missing, but it means no Black Knight, it means no immediate worries about Nilfgaard and how the hell they knew about her powers, when before the last two years, only a scant few could even guess. Or understand who it was she might be, or whose destiny, whose surprise, she was in the end.
She waits for Yennefer's answer, studying her face. She doesn't know Yennefer well, but she feels like she knows her better than she should. It's still strange, to have met and learned of her through a dream before she ever laid eyes on her in person. Complicated, to have been part of Yennefer's want and betrayal that had reneged itself in the end, not without consequence. There were always consequences.
But know her, find a sort of faith and trust for a woman who'd offered herself in exchange for Ciri, no reservations, because she'd understood that much in the aftermath of Kaer Morhen. Family is what they make of it.
So she nods, a brief, half smile at the concession of "more or less." More or less is a place to start from. Or get worse from. The decision not to shrug whatever the less is as "of course" matters in the moment. Probably in all the moments that'll follow. )
Trying. The kitchen's almost making sense. ( Her eyes flick back toward the 3d printer, and she frowns. ) Other parts, less so. The illusion rooms are... interesting?
( Not magic, she knows that, but illusion is the word that makes sense more so than the one she's forgotten. Something with an ation in it. )
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She waits for Yennefer's answer, studying her face. She doesn't know Yennefer well, but she feels like she knows her better than she should. It's still strange, to have met and learned of her through a dream before she ever laid eyes on her in person. Complicated, to have been part of Yennefer's want and betrayal that had reneged itself in the end, not without consequence. There were always consequences.
But know her, find a sort of faith and trust for a woman who'd offered herself in exchange for Ciri, no reservations, because she'd understood that much in the aftermath of Kaer Morhen. Family is what they make of it.
So she nods, a brief, half smile at the concession of "more or less." More or less is a place to start from. Or get worse from. The decision not to shrug whatever the less is as "of course" matters in the moment. Probably in all the moments that'll follow. )
Trying. The kitchen's almost making sense. ( Her eyes flick back toward the 3d printer, and she frowns. ) Other parts, less so. The illusion rooms are... interesting?
( Not magic, she knows that, but illusion is the word that makes sense more so than the one she's forgotten. Something with an ation in it. )