[ If Yennefer was good at a single thing, it was cleaning up other people’s messes. It was just a matter of whether it was her choice or not. And this had been her choice at the end of the day. She could have left him in the woods or taken him back to his apartment to recover, but she’d invited him back into her home, thereby taking on whatever that meant.

He doesn’t waste time dropping bombs on her and she just stares for a long moment, almost frozen in time. She isn’t sure if she should laugh or gods, anything else. ]

So you recognize that bonding would be complicated by the wish and still move forward with bonding knowing full well you could be endangering Jaskier.

[ It’s not a question. She chuckles, the sound hollow as she brings the cup to her lips. The sweet wine is bitter on her tongue, her mood soured further than it had been at the beginning of her day. ]

I would say I suppose congratulations might be in order, but I guess I need to try and make a miracle happen so the bard doesn’t potentially suffer any ill effects should I fail.