[ In her defence, most only saw her as a weapon, be it politically or otherwise. She was a means to an end; power to be shown off by kings to other kings like a possession that was better than theirs. If she wasn't intimidation personified, she was treated no better than a prized heifer.

His question receives a momentary silence. Her gaze fixes evenly upon each of the rabbits and as one approaches closer, Yennefer remembers the various animals she claimed as pets on her stepfather's farm, that included a menagerie of soft and fluffy.

A hand moves out slowly, hoping not to spook the rabbit closest to her. ]

I have no quarrel with animals. Not unless they wish to eat me, which has happened before.

[ Another pause. ]

It's Yennefer. And yours?