[ she knows the intention of mentioning vanessa, of what he's accusing her of. but she remains selfish in her reasoning, not wanting to admit what she's desperately trying to cling to. she doesn't want to share him, not with another, not in the way that they've been together.

"The way you look at me — would you look at another the same way?"
"I wouldn't. It's only been you."

perhaps it was naive of her to think such a promise would last, and despite his words now, his insistence, she recalls the dream she'd had of him and yennefer, and she knows — he would give her such a look. and though she knows that there is a part of this that makes her unreasonable, she also knows that such a test would eventually be inevitable. ]

Then tell her.

[ she steps up to him, straightening as she looks to his eyes, firm in her words. ]

Tell her of us. Of what we are and what you truly feel for me. If you do and you know you can hold true to your promises, then you may speak to me again. If not — [ there's a momentary strain in her voice and she takes a breath, trying to remain composed. ] If you confront her and you find there's even a shred of doubt in you that you won't be able to keep your promises to me, then ... then don't bother coming back.