[ For once, he's not wholly incorrect — the dramatic reaction for additional effect might be negating some of its overall impact, but as someone who has been fed up with the oversight the Brotherhood felt compelled to assert over just about every political situation for going on decades now, Yennefer does feel somewhat justified in her own perspective now. Not that she'll admit as much, mostly because Jaskier hardly leaves her space to get a word in edgewise during his declarations.
She hardly expects that he's going to simply pick up his belongings — whatever's in those bags, at least — and leave her without any further preamble, so her first instinct is to merely stand still, watching him with a steady expression. She won't be the first one to break, and more often than not, fixing a relatively unblinking look on him tends to be enough to crumble his remaining resolves. Or so she thinks.
The laugh bubbles up in her unexpectedly through her firm press of lips, a visible dimple appearing in her cheek; the rest of her expression is partly horrified, eyes widening as she experiences a myriad of emotions at once in the uncontrollable need to laugh paired with the realization that whatever he's doing is the direct cause of it, and he's wielding it against her now. ]
Alright, enough. [ She's chuckling, though, as she reaches out to still him with a hand, fingers curving around his arm before she moves to block his path herself, but then her tone becomes more insistent through the laughter, her gaze narrowing slightly. ] Enough, you've made your point.
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She hardly expects that he's going to simply pick up his belongings — whatever's in those bags, at least — and leave her without any further preamble, so her first instinct is to merely stand still, watching him with a steady expression. She won't be the first one to break, and more often than not, fixing a relatively unblinking look on him tends to be enough to crumble his remaining resolves. Or so she thinks.
The laugh bubbles up in her unexpectedly through her firm press of lips, a visible dimple appearing in her cheek; the rest of her expression is partly horrified, eyes widening as she experiences a myriad of emotions at once in the uncontrollable need to laugh paired with the realization that whatever he's doing is the direct cause of it, and he's wielding it against her now. ]
Alright, enough. [ She's chuckling, though, as she reaches out to still him with a hand, fingers curving around his arm before she moves to block his path herself, but then her tone becomes more insistent through the laughter, her gaze narrowing slightly. ] Enough, you've made your point.