[ When Yennefer's cornered, she is to be expected to lash out. Geralt hadn't done anything wrong, not with his own longing and fleeting sense of relief to find himself in the same realm as his beloved. But, fate can be so unkind to them. Yennefer acts without a proper thought, her stance defensive and his words carry more calm than her Geralt's would — but he's quick to call her bluff.

He had to know something was wrong when she stews in silence, as if debating the proper path to follow. It's not until a portal literally rips behind her, offering her a quick exit if needed to another part of the city. She cares not of how horribly attention-grabbing it is, how others marvel or cower in fear. The sorceress is focused on just the two of them — she always had been. ]

If you are as you claim, you know me. Every inch of me. What resides in my heart — what is my greatest wish, Geralt of Rivia?

[ Tall order. ]