There is plenty of frustration, filled to the very rim, and it will not take long for it to unravel into a damn mess and culminate in ruin.

Enemies have faces and she can't let that simply go. Because fear and dependency are far too intimately known to Yennefer too, molded and remade, and she has stopped being a woman who shied away from something simply because she feared it.

No shit, she almost says but what comes out instead, slow and belying surprise, is: "...tea."

She has half a mind to ask for something stronger. "Alright."