Jaskier: What happened to you?
Yennefer: Chaos appears to be done with me.
Jaskier: You've lost your magic? Is that even possible?
Yennefer: Go on. Get your gloating in. Time's limited.
Jaskier: Once upon a time, I would have used this opportunity to call you an empty, lonely, power hungry she-demon, but I'm an artist, Yennefer. It's my job to put myself in other people's shoes. Even if they are, in your case, large, clunky, and, I don't know, probably full of snakes or something.
Jaskier: I'm scared too. I'm scared that one day, the muses will stop speaking to me. Because who are we when we can no longer do the one thing we were put on this Continent to do?
Yennefer: We find a new purpose. A better one. Hopefully.
Jaskier: Chaos could never be done with the likes of you, Jennefer of Vengerberg. Of that much, I am certain. So, if it's all the same to you, goodbye, good luck, good riddance.
Yennefer: Same to you.
