Yennefer's nose crinkled in disgust at the piles of grotesque flesh sizzling before her. As annoyed as she was with the situation overall, she couldn't deny that it felt good to unleash all of that chaos that constantly coursed through her veins. For decades she'd kept it bottled up because that was what she was told she must do, but it had become quite the challenge to do so after the Battle of Sodden Hill.
It never all quite fit back into that bottle properly.
"Think nothing of it." For once she actually meant that without any ulterior motives to be owed anything. Yen typically wanted everything, but she didn't consider this to be one of those instances. It was rare for her to meet a kindred spirit after all, and she felt her lips curl up into a smirk. "Do we care," she asked with an arch of her eyebrow. "I can contain it so it doesn't spread beyond the park. Just a lovely little firescape for as many of these fucks as we can get inside."