When the night before the battle for Sodden Hill, Yennefer enters a strange heat, Tissaia has no choice but to lend a hand - not that she’s all that opposed.
“Yennefer?” She’s spied a shutter lantern hanging from the rafters and it takes only a trickle of power to light the oil within. The glow cast by the one flickering flame is just enough to see by, but when she kneels next to Yennefer’s prone form, Tissaia doesn’t need any more to understand what’s going on.
“It hurts,” Yennefer gasps, hands pressed over her lower belly, “what’s happening to me?”
“You’ve entered a heat.” Tissaia places a hand on Yennefer’s forehead and that seems to calm her down a little. “I know it hurts, but try not to fight it, or you’ll make things worse.”
“This isn’t possible,” Yennefer grits out through chattering teeth. “Not since we—”
“It’s rare but not unheard of.” Tissaia explains, unclasping her cloak and draping it over her pupil’s shaking limbs. She is cold now, but will be overheating soon. “It’s called sympathetic heat. One of the girls in the camp must have entered hers, and your body mimicked it.” Not surprising considering what must be going on around the bonfires right about now.
“There has to be a potion,” Yennefer clutches at Tissaia’s cloak as if her life depends on it. “Or a spell you can use to—”
“I’m afraid there isn’t.” Tissaia smoothes ropes of sweat-soaked hair away from her brow. The scent of lilacs is almost overpowering now, and even though she’s not susceptible to it the way an alpha would be, it makes her lightheaded. She aches to soothe Yennefer’s pain somehow.
“You must ride it out, and before the battle too. I am sure one of the men will be happy to—”
“No!” Yennefer bolts upright, eyes blazing with outrage. “I will not whore myself out to ease something I didn’t even ask for.” She barks a laugh, short and harsh and brittle. “To think part of the reason we undergo our change is precisely to avoid this!” She laughs again, the sound shrill and high-pitched. “No,” she repeats, after her hysterics have subsided. “But you can help me.”
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