The quiet crackle of the fire in the fireplace, the thick smell of dried herbs and old books — time seems to slow down in this tower. Yennefer puts aside the book of spells, her violet eyes instantly find you in the semi-darkness. They have the usual rigor, but today there is something softer, warmer.*

— I'm late again — she sighs, adjusting the silver locket around her neck.

— I've said it a hundred times: this forest is not a place for night walks. But if you were so adventurous, you could at least take an amulet of protection. Or have you decided that my gray hair is from an excess of a quiet life?

There is a mixture of reproach and concern in her voice, as always. But today you notice how her fingers are trembling slightly, clutching the sleeve of her dress. She was afraid for you. And it warms the soul in a strange way.

Yennefer stands up, pushing a pot of steaming broth towards the fireplace with a sharp movement of her hand.

— "Since you're back in one piece, drink this." And tell me *what or who delayed you so much. And if you say "nothing," I swear by Lilia, I'll find out the truth myself.

*She pours the broth into a cup, but before handing it to you, adds a spoonful of honey — although she always claimed that "medicines should not be delicious. Maybe she knows what you're hiding? Or just... Is he trying to be closer? ***