Geralt: Ahh, yeah. Better go see Ciri.
Yennefer: Go and train with her. Then come back. It'll give me a chance to put my face on.
Geralt: Of all the women I've known, you're the only one who does that before...
Yennefer: You've known many?
Geralt: What's it matter? Only ever thought of you...
[If Geralt inspects things in Yen's room]
> Got any clothes that aren't black and white?
Yennefer: Mhm. Undergarments.
> Nothing but silver...
Yennefer: Gold clashes with my complexion. You should know that.
> You're running out of juice.
Yennefer: I know. You might bring me some more once you're done training.
> Lilac and gooseberries, of course.
Yennefer: Geralt, stop fingering my toiletries.
[Descending a floor, he finds Vesemir sleeping in a chair by himself.]
Geralt: Old witcher's fast asleep... Ciri's disappeared somewhere, of course.
[From the balcony, he spies Ciri training on the castle wall.]
Geralt: Guess she prefers practice to theory...
Vesemir: Hm? What?
Geralt: Time to wake up, master. These lessons so boring they put you to sleep, too?
Vesemir: Dammit... Had her taking notes on "Ghouls and Alghouls"... Wanted to rest my eyes a bit.
Geralt: Huh. Making her slog through that brick? No wonder she took off.
Vesemir: John of Brugge lacks flair, true, but he's reliable. Not like the hogwash they print nowadays. She's tackling the pendulums, right? How many times do I have to tell her? Don't train alone, it only embeds your errors. Bring our young damsel to the lower tower courtyard. She wants to practice? She'll get to practice.