That warmth spreads through her and there is something soothing in it. A release of pressure somehow. It’s a good feeling, revitalizing almost.

“Okay,” she says on a shaky breath. As long as everyone in his end already knows, then she knows everything will be handled best as possible.

She nods at the question, emphatic in the response, “As I can be. I’m not alone. I’m with Kaz,” who would rather die himself than let a single thing hurt her, and she’s sure if it, and in the more immediate sense, “Geralt is watching for me right now.” Entering the horizon is such a vulnerable state and they are in such inescapably dire straits still.