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placing dishes onto the table , yennefer keeps her eyes trained on her task , taking care not to linger .
𝑝riding herself on the presentation of the meal , the woman sits down and waits for her companion .
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lilac orbs meet the witcher’s own and she smiles with sympathy , agreeing .
“ 𝑠hall we ִ 𖤠 ” yennefer asks with a nod to the door .
there were plenty of places to drink in peace and without the trouble that undoubtedly follows with such a crowd .
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silence . something seemed off but then again , she had a tendency to worry about the 𝑙ittle things .
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delicate fingers trace the rim of her cup as the sorceress chuckles softly .
“ i never much fancied 𝑚ead anyway . ” she murmurs , glancing around at the 𝑑eafening tavern around her .
“ is there something on your mind ִ 𖤠 ” yennefer asks after a few moments of
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you’re done . ” the woman hums softly before heading back to the table , allowing alstair some privacy .
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“ it will dry , ” yennefer murmurs and picks up a thick blanket from the seat beside the fireplace , holding it out to the knight “ as should 𝑦ou , before you catch your 𝑑eath . ” she smiles warmly .
“ dry yourself off . dinner will be ready for you when
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“ 𝑚ℎ𝑚 .ᐟ ” yennefer hums out as she places a small steaming pot on the table .
“ i had to make do with broth since we’re out of meat but i did add other — ” she pauses when she looks up , chuckling at the sight of the man 𝑑ripping water onto the floor .
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sliding into the seat nearest to the witcher , the sorceress takes a small sip from her cup .
“ what has your drink done to deserve such a 𝑐old welcome ִ 𖤠 ” she jokes lightly as her 𝑙ilac eyes fall to his untouched drink .
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