Arriving to the scene of the crime was not at all reassuring. Yennefer was not the accomplished tracker that Geralt was. She recognized a scuffle. And there was a dribble of blood. That was what lead her. The sun was still in the sky. The birds were chirping. Cheery and sweet.

Damn it all. "Jaskier!" Yennefer's voice could carry. She still had to sprint and cover ground. The road wound through a grove of trees. "Jaskier!"

He was not a wayward pup. Still it made her feel better to do more than look with her eyes. The broach was not a perfect device. Next time she should just bloody well tell him that he cannot be without it. For luck. Somehow she hesitated to tell him it would mean she could always find him. Maybe he was like Geralt and did not want to be found?

Oh that would not mean he would want to perish or be alone in a time like now! "Jaskier!" seeing him sprawled on the ground she was at his side like lightning, taking to kneel in the dirt. "Ohh, you are unbelievable. I thought better of you!" It wasn't fair to scold him, that was the first thing that came to her mouth. "Did you even have a horse? Couldn't you have joined a merchant or trader caravan?" Babble is not becoming. She hopes he can respond to sound. Her hands shook as she carefully used chaos to turn him face up. Yennefer's hands are cool as they framed his face.