[Their surroundings don't seem to be particularly fantastical or curious though she takes note of his darting gaze. Perhaps there is dangerous wildlife as well as brigands, those are typical hazards of the crossroads and plains.
Eleven is old enough to carry a sword, old enough to fight with it and risk death. Now Yennefer truly is curious to see the rest of the group.]
You do seem young, yes. Would I call you a child? [Her mouth twists in a half smile and before she can cause any unnecessary tension she continues:] No. Not as much as I have observed.
[A child would cry tied to the tree, a child would have clutched at her.]
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Eleven is old enough to carry a sword, old enough to fight with it and risk death. Now Yennefer truly is curious to see the rest of the group.]
You do seem young, yes. Would I call you a child? [Her mouth twists in a half smile and before she can cause any unnecessary tension she continues:] No. Not as much as I have observed.
[A child would cry tied to the tree, a child would have clutched at her.]