It's a good thing they keep walking. She's not sure how much more questionable button choices her sensibilities could take. The location is noted, but her attention doesn't linger on it long.

She drifts a step towards the entrance of the botanical shop instead, eyeing the settling, dried vines, snow nestled between their hard stems. She halts, for a moment, to turn fully to face him.

It is fairly easy to see that gratitude doesn't come easy to her, but the subtle smile is just enough to pinch the corners of her eyes, less cutting than before.

"Thank you." He didn't need to do any of this, and even if her side aches, it has been alleviated in time. "Should you require magical talents, I would insist you come find me. I can at least offer that, without the insult of entrapment." And, it makes her feel better, fragile ego and all. Less of outwardly accepting help, and more offering a trade. She can understand if he won't, but at least it was an option.

"And it's Yennefer," she doesn't mind ma'am much, but still, it feels like a point she should make. A gust picks up flecks of snow around them, cutting through the fabric decorated by winking polar bears. Even in the crisp cold, in the conversational space between them, Doc might still think of the oddly particular scent of lilac and gooseberries, before she takes another step away.