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Yennefer breathes and makes herself a conduit. She creates a channel, insulated with all of her fear and pain, and pulls. All of the chaos and fire of Sodden.
She feels. She feels something hot and aching in her core throb in time with the chaos passing through her. Triss had sounded so naive when she spoke of forbidden magics, like that meant something, but Yennefer knows the all-consuming, alluring, darkness of want. She will not give in.
So she lets the fire pass through her, leaving her with all her same aches and pains. It is enough. For now.
