What the fuck's a crayon.

Yennefer tucks the book back in with a slow, calculated movement and it's a miracle it doesn't do something crazy, like spontaneously combust. Does it looks like it's her definition, Raylan.

He's not the first she's met to say that magic wasn't real. To a point, in all the lacking fulfillment, was it ever? "Mm, I'd say you're better off, then."