[ A quiet simmering is much easier than coming to any sort of verbal blows again. At least not yet. She doesn't respond to the thank you, not having done much considering she hadn't actually used any magic to heal him on purpose. Not yet. Not until they knew for sure what was happening with Jaskier.
She lets him roam, moving up to her own room to do a form of meditation that's more for maintaining the barriers in various rooms as he stalks around the house. Once he's settled in his own room, after walking past a few times and finding him either attempting to meditate or drinking, she finally lets him be. She doesn't allow her thoughts to linger on how accustomed she'd grown to sharing a bed with him. No. She stays focused, light barriers acting as more of a warning than anything while everything is quiet. Conserving her energy for the 'what if's coursing through her mind.
Yennefer isn't sure how much time has passed, at least a few hours when she gets up to check on Geralt again. She can feel his frustration and the beginnings of the numbness that often came with a second bottle of gin. She wanted to at least get him into bed to rest when there's a sharp jolt through the bond. That sudden panic and fear that has to be coming from Jaskier, cursing under her breath. She'd hoped he'd at least remain unconscious for at least the full night -- reduce the amount of time he could be exposed to anything.
She holds out a hand, locking a barrier entirely around his room in place as she catches her breath leaning against her bed. Keeping him in, even through the doorway. Her first instinct to get to Geralt, her own fears of him breaking through her barriers... Of losing him only amplified by Jaskier's panic. Part of her wonders if she'd made a mistake not going with him to rescue the third in their bond, but she knows all three of them being captured or even just Geralt getting captured cannot happen.
Standing in the doorframe, she stays outside the barrier for a moment, taking in his reaction before she risks entering the room. She knows he'd never hurt her intentionally, but she's also keenly aware that knocking her out would drop the barrier. ]
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She lets him roam, moving up to her own room to do a form of meditation that's more for maintaining the barriers in various rooms as he stalks around the house. Once he's settled in his own room, after walking past a few times and finding him either attempting to meditate or drinking, she finally lets him be. She doesn't allow her thoughts to linger on how accustomed she'd grown to sharing a bed with him. No. She stays focused, light barriers acting as more of a warning than anything while everything is quiet. Conserving her energy for the 'what if's coursing through her mind.
Yennefer isn't sure how much time has passed, at least a few hours when she gets up to check on Geralt again. She can feel his frustration and the beginnings of the numbness that often came with a second bottle of gin. She wanted to at least get him into bed to rest when there's a sharp jolt through the bond. That sudden panic and fear that has to be coming from Jaskier, cursing under her breath. She'd hoped he'd at least remain unconscious for at least the full night -- reduce the amount of time he could be exposed to anything.
She holds out a hand, locking a barrier entirely around his room in place as she catches her breath leaning against her bed. Keeping him in, even through the doorway. Her first instinct to get to Geralt, her own fears of him breaking through her barriers... Of losing him only amplified by Jaskier's panic. Part of her wonders if she'd made a mistake not going with him to rescue the third in their bond, but she knows all three of them being captured or even just Geralt getting captured cannot happen.
Standing in the doorframe, she stays outside the barrier for a moment, taking in his reaction before she risks entering the room. She knows he'd never hurt her intentionally, but she's also keenly aware that knocking her out would drop the barrier. ]