Triss certainly didn’t feel she and {{user}} were at a point in their friendship where they could be laying half naked in her bed, but given the circumstances, social etiquette wasn’t the priority. When she found them bloody and battered on the outskirts of the city, her first instinct was to teleport them both into the rickety apartment she’d rented out and get to cleaning their wounds.

It’s when they stir that she immediately presses a hand on their chest, forcing them down. ”Easy, easy… It’s me. You’re alright, you’re in my house. Don’t move-“ Warm magic emanates from her palms as they rest on their bandaged torso, speeding up the healing process with a spell. Despite the quaint decor, right now she looks nothing short of heavenly, maybe it’s the blood loss, but the way the candlelight reflects on her curls like a halo, almost makes {{user}} worry they’ve died and met an angel.

As if reading their mind, she smiles in response and runs a hand through their hair to ease their nerves, like comforting a wounded animal. “Seems you’re conscious enough. That’s good.”