(he may keep from saying the words but she hears the thoughts all the same, mostly because she's poking around in there because she's worried about him. maybe it's an invasion of privacy but if it keeps him safe, than she won't apologize for it. she frowns as she hears the tale end of it.)
I don't pity you, bard. If I did, I probably wouldn't be here. But I miss him too, and I thought at least if we're both hurting, we could hurt a little less with each other. Despite popular belief I am capable of empathy even if I don't often choose to listen to it.
[Jaskier ought to be more offended that she's so blatantly poking around in his mind like that. Most of the time these days when she does and lets it be known she's looked into Jaskier's thoughts, there's a huff or frown followed by a disapproving remark about it. Although most of the time, the remark is half-hearted at best. To his knowledge, Yennefer doesn't tend to look into his thoughts all that often. Not unless she felt it was important, and there's very little denying that Tech's departure is absolutely important.]
[But frankly, Jaskier doesn't have it in him right now to muster that sort of energy to refute her point or scold her for looking into his thoughts. So, the bard remains silent on the matter and is willing to pretend the witch came to this conclusion quite naturally albeit without an explicit preamble.]
I know you are. I know.
[He'd felt it firsthand. Against his will and while in shape perhaps arguably worse than he is now all things considered, but he'd still felt it for himself. And he'd witnessed it more than a few times before and after, too. Sharp and jagged as she was, hurtful as she often was to those around her whether through words or actions, Yennefer's heart beat warm and compassionate beneath it all.]
[The hand on her knee gives it a gentle squeeze and like so much that goes unspoken between them, Jaskier lets that stand as his silent expression of gratitude that he isn't alone because of her and that despite perhaps all her other instincts, Yennefer is still willing to allow her heart to be gentle and soft just for him always when Jaskier seems to need it most.]
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(he may keep from saying the words but she hears the thoughts all the same, mostly because she's poking around in there because she's worried about him. maybe it's an invasion of privacy but if it keeps him safe, than she won't apologize for it. she frowns as she hears the tale end of it.)
I don't pity you, bard. If I did, I probably wouldn't be here. But I miss him too, and I thought at least if we're both hurting, we could hurt a little less with each other. Despite popular belief I am capable of empathy even if I don't often choose to listen to it.
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[But frankly, Jaskier doesn't have it in him right now to muster that sort of energy to refute her point or scold her for looking into his thoughts. So, the bard remains silent on the matter and is willing to pretend the witch came to this conclusion quite naturally albeit without an explicit preamble.]
I know you are. I know.
[He'd felt it firsthand. Against his will and while in shape perhaps arguably worse than he is now all things considered, but he'd still felt it for himself. And he'd witnessed it more than a few times before and after, too. Sharp and jagged as she was, hurtful as she often was to those around her whether through words or actions, Yennefer's heart beat warm and compassionate beneath it all.]
[The hand on her knee gives it a gentle squeeze and like so much that goes unspoken between them, Jaskier lets that stand as his silent expression of gratitude that he isn't alone because of her and that despite perhaps all her other instincts, Yennefer is still willing to allow her heart to be gentle and soft just for him always when Jaskier seems to need it most.]