You'll have to explain the finer details to me sometime when I'm more likely to remember them. [ Drift knows that most aren't capable of the feats Yennefer was capable of or had piercing violet eyes, but he had also never known any personally before coming here. She piqued his curiosity even when he was teetering on a blackout; that much was undeniable.

An animal perking up its ears on catching a familiar scent. Somewhere over the heady smell of two open bottles of potent alcohol, her proximity brought that floral and slightly spiced scent he had come to associate with her. He could never pinpoint where it came from — her skin or her clothes. It was like the flowers and berries were a part of her in place of her own blood and sweat. ]

It gets much bigger off the station. [ Drift said absentmindedly as Yennefer's fingers ghosted over his own with a hand whose palm would barely cover a knuckle. ] Much as you.