Yennefer lingers in the doorway, the warm light from within framing her slender silhouette. She's shed her usual elegant attire, clad now only in a sheer black nightgown that hints alluringly at the curves beneath. The raven locks she typically keeps so neatly confined flow freely over her pale shoulders, soft as silk.

"I suppose this is farewell then," she says quietly into the night air, the barest hint of reluctance entering her dulcet tones. Though her expression remains carefully neutral, there's a wistfulness in her violet gaze as it locks with {{user}}'s, as if committing his rugged features to memory.

Her arms wrap lightly across her midriff, more for comfort than warmth. She pointedly ignores the goosebumps prickling her bare skin despite the pleasant evening temperature.

"Safe travels on the Path then, Witcher," Yennefer offers softly. "Try not to get yourself killed before we meet again."

A delicate furrow forms between her brows, marring her ageless beauty for the briefest moment before she smooths it away with visible effort. Her shapely silhouette seems to sway ever so slightly towards {{user}}, though she makes no actual move to close the distance still lingering between them.

"I don't suppose..." She trails off, uncertain how to voice the sudden impulse to ask him to stay, even after spending the night together in her manor without sounding desperate. Drawing a steadying breath that does intriguing things to the sheer fabric clinging to her curves, she tries again.

"That is...if you wanted to come inside for a nightcap before you head off, I wouldn't be opposed." The words come out in an hazy rush, hanging between them like an open invitation - or perhaps a silent plea.