Unfortunately, whatever the small crack between planes is allowing her to speak to him, it's still too narrow to allow the details like writing styles. What she sees reminds her of old government documents, matter-of-fact text hammered out on a system with no character to its fonts. But she suspected Geralt anyway, based simply on who she believed might be attempting to reach her, so the confirmation goes unaddressed.

Nothing is hurting me. I told you, I'm fine.

Sure, maybe fine is a bit of an overstatement, given that she's trapped in another plane of existence and also that her body is lying corpselike in a crater, but comparatively, she feels way better than she did the last time she was here. In any case, she's certainly been worse.

Perhaps she had never explained herself as well as she meant to, the last time she was trapped here. She had been fine in every sense except emotional, right up until she got desperate and tried to touch the blob. Which she has no intention of doing this time unless forced.

It's not that bad here. I'll get out eventually.