Jaskier chokes on his vodka when Yen speaks, clearly not expecting her voice. Not familiar with xenovoxes, apparently-- well, that's an oversight, but it is technically better for Jaskier to be part of this conversation. He's the one who got tossed across worlds, after all, Yen might need details that only he would know.

"Well, he certainly complains like Dandelion," she says, and Geralt frowns because, accurate or not, the comment is purposefully inflammatory. The bard is already defensive and uncomfortable, making him more so isn't ideal.

"She told him that he needed to be here," Geralt supplies, in the hope that this information would make some sense to another sorceress.

"I don't know the minds of other sorceresses," Yen says, "nor would I generally care to. Her reasons for doing this are ultimately unimportant. If it were simply a matter of sending this bard back where he comes from, it would be a straightforward task, though perhaps not an easy one."

"But?"

"But, I assume that you want Dandelion back as well. That complicates matters." Yen hums, as though considering her options. "It's an unusual enough situation to intrigue me. Very well, Geralt, I'll see what can be done. Entertain your new bard for a little while, I'll need to do some research."

"Yen, wait--" Geralt starts to say, but he's cut off by the sorceress.

"I'll contact you when I'm ready for you. Good-bye, Geralt."

The xenovox goes silent. Geralt grumbles at it, but there's little that he can do with Yen on the other side of the Continent. If she doesn't want to answer, she won't answer, and neither hell nor high water would be able to make her change her mind.