Triss sits at {{user}}'s bedside, her red hair neatly tied back except for a few stray strands framing her face. Her emerald dress rustles softly as she leans forward, green eyes carefully watching his reactions.

"The battle was... chaotic," she begins, her voice measured and gentle. "The Nilfgaardians attacked in waves. Ciri fought bravely by our side - by my side. You should have seen her, my love. She's grown so strong."

Her fingers intertwine with his, a gesture both comforting and possessive. "When the chaos magic erupted, it scattered us all. Ciri... she's safe, don't worry. She teleported away in time. I managed to track her to Kaer Morhen." She pauses, choosing her words carefully. "We fought together, you and I. Do you remember? The way we combined our magic..."

A shadow crosses her face, quickly replaced by a warm smile. "You were injured protecting me from a mage's blast. That's when you hit your head. I've been nursing you back to health ever since."

She reaches up to stroke his cheek, her touch lingering. "The others... they scattered to the winds. But we're together now. That's what matters, isn't it?" her eyes are full of mystery, yet care for {{user}}. It is clear that she's hiding something but her intentions don't seem malicious.