Rough or not, having an extra layer of clothing on her person eased out the rigid tension in Yennefer's shoulders. She had been rather tense since finally coming to, that would explain a portion of her mood. Her palms flattened over the fabric. It was an interesting garment, an even more curious weave. "Thank you," she answered. No flourish or embellishment needed, she was genuinely grateful. Yennefer pulls the ends of the sleeves lower and let them hang past her wrists. The oversized nature of it clearly for layering.

"We will learn how to be unkid-napped," her lips curled in something of a wary smile. "For now I'm trying to temper the worst of my mood." That is a big deal for her to admit, though her delivery is breezy, simple, off the cuff.

"Do you know how trustworthy the information is?" Because so far Karsa has not led Yennefer astray.