Eskel takes a moment to consider the question, then shakes his head. "We're just supposed to give it power through ploughing. Guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

All things considered, the elf seems to be taking this well. He watches her body markings glow a little brighter, and notes that they react to her emotions. It's an observation, nothing more; a witcher needs to be observant if they want to live long.

"No problem. Wouldn't do either of us any good to lie about it," he responds. "I'm not really one to sugarcoat my words, anyway. Got any other questions?"