[ There are moments when Yennefer returns to the all-too-vivid conclusion that, for all that Ciri has been through, for all she's lost — there is a part of her that has yet to be tarnished by the violence and the pain that has followed her ever since her significance was realized. Almost beyond the power, beyond the Chaos that she's capable of wielding — that is that part Yennefer is striving to protect, to not extinguish within her, especially because there are other forces that would never claim the same. ]

Not yet. [ On some afternoons, she simply might forget, in an effort to prioritize other things — but it's also easy to lose track of time in a place like this, where one cannot track hours passing simply by casting a glance in the direction of the sun's placement. Here, the closest approximation to that occurs in the sunlight room, but Yennefer finds her internal clock is a little more scattered when they're in between missions. ]

If we're lucky, someone's already started cooking.

[ Someone who isn't Yennefer — and she'd be doing Ciri a favor by not volunteering to make anything herself, at least anything that requires an open flame and a level of preparation, but she's been on the station long enough that she can usually finagle her way into a free meal. ] Perhaps that machine will be easier to figure out on a full stomach.