[ yennefer is quick to shake her head, if only because this hadn't been the direction she had been expecting this conversation to go. it's fine the gesture says, a small smile still on her face.

triss is alive. she is fine. they'd all survived sodden, some of them with more scars than others. yennefer has no reason to hold that dark spot in her chest.

for now, though, she has something else to turn to - a conversation topic that is much easier than all of this. ]

Yes and no. [ because, thankfully, yennefer's also studied the abraxan magic enough to know what chaos magic is. ] When I was taught, it was explained to me that chaos is everywhere. It is the energy of a lightning strike, what keeps your heart beating in your chest, the power of a flower sprouting from a seed and then blooming. It is everywhere, and in everything. But there certain people are conduits, where they can harness that chaos and transfer it to more useful ways, where most cannot. Magic is the practice of being able to control that chaos.

[ she watches wanda to make sure that made any sense at all before she continues. ]