Her eyes were closed, she was trying not to pass out from her lack of energy, but then his voice cut through the fog of her mind. "Geralt..." fucking Witcher, she couldn't even escape him in another world? Her eyes open and she looked up at him, "how..." she didn't even want to know, so she didn't finish the sentence.
"Witcher," she remarked as she shifted to lean her body back, "I'm..." she shifted her hand, her arm was covered in blood as she looked up at him. She was a proud woman, she had fought hard, but right now, she was weak, tired, and her body went slack as her eyes rolled back into her head.