She certainly had, and she had been a little sad to watch them fade, to realize that the bruises on her hips and thighs from his grasping fingers and the edge of the table she'd been slammed into repeatedly stopped hurting and then disappeared after only a few days. It was like their time together ceased to exist as well, and only the lingering mocking she had to suffer through from her riders proved that she hadn't dreamed up the witcher whose life she held in her hands.

"Brave and fierce is all well and good," she replies, more pleased than she thinks she probably should be by the 'tamed' comment, though she lets it slide for his sake as well as hers, only letting herself nuzzle his chest for a moment before continuing. "I am called a lioness for a reason. But prowess in battle is not the same thing as the ability to govern, and I was never a very attentive pupil as a girl."

She sighs, shifting herself a little so she can settle her hand on his chest and prop her chin up on the back of it, admiring the dull red flush that's slowly fading from his face. "In any case, I am glad you have come back to me." Even if he won't stay very long.