#i am yendelion trash

[littlestsnicket]

No one knew at the beginning what the girl meant, what help she was expecting. Dandelion was the first to understand. Perhaps because he knew the legend, had once read one of it’s poeticized versions. He picked up the still unconscious Yennefer. He was astonished at how dainty and light she was. He could have sworn somebody was helping him carry her. He could have sworn he could feel Cahir’s shoulder beside his arm. Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of a flash of Milva’s flaxen plait. When he placed the sorceress in the boat he could have sworn he saw Angouleme’s hand steadying the side.

fuuuuuuuuuuck. i’m going to cry now. i have legitimate feelings and can’t remove my shipper goggles feelings. mr sapkowski didn’t have to have dandelion carry yen’s body, but he did.