[ Of course, her own quest had only been to acquire her juice... but the girl says something curious — seemingly by chance taking the woman up on her offer of payment. Yennefer sits up, blankets a cocoon and hair a black mass of frizz that falls over the sides of her porcelain features. ]

Well, I for one will take pity so early in the day. [ For all she knows, it could be like 6PM? Whatever, it's still early. ]

Yennefer. [ She corrects, even if it sounds the same — it's a bit more pointed and dignified. Sharp. ] Lady Yennefer of Vengerberg, if we're being technical... however, such things have little importance here.