A sentiment Yennefer can certainly agree on - trust is earned, and wiser to be kept in low commodity.

She doesn't think twice about hiding her display of magic though, subtle as it is - it's second nature, even despite the waves of discomfort it sends ringing loud through her hands. Fire, predictably, was potent in its chaos.

At Ellie's approach, Yen angles herself a bit away from the flame, confident enough in its strength to drop her hands away, and pull her knees closer to her chest, sat in front of the fireplace, thread of her skirts splayed around her in foreign contrast to Ellie's clothing. "I am," she confirms, brows closely knit, violet gaze leveled to the girl. "I just woke up here. Without a damned memory of how." The moments she remembered before here were very different.

"Where is this?" Now that she can ask her questions, she will.