Yennefer had been sad to see Jaskier go as well, even if she didn't say as much with words. It had been nice having someone around she could just talk to without judgement or the weight of her actions hanging around her neck. That guilt is becoming lighter with time, but not as quickly as she would like. So when the time went to go their separate ways she lingered in the hug a little longer than necessary and comforted herself knowing she could visit him if she wanted to -- not too often, lest someone is tracking her portals -- but from time to time. To make sure he's okay.

(To give herself a moment of reprieve)

With him gone, Yennefer tries to make herself useful. She remembers how Tissaia taught her, both as a blue print of what to do and what not to do. She does not want Ciri to ever feel like she did back in Aretuza when she could not properly harness her Chaos yet. It does not help that Geralt is always watching a constant reminder.

I don't forgive you.

Yennefer feels terribly alone in her tiny house by herself. She has often been alone, but that was by choice most of the time, not design. It feels different now, and it's stifling. She comes outside for air, to breathe, when she finds Ciri with Roach. She makes her way to the girl, filled with concern and worry.

"What are you doing out by yourself?"

It was late. Things can be more dangerous in the dark.