The basic mastery of magic, even if it was channeled through a wand, was a comforting sign. Magic meant that her own should work in this place. It was not abandoned by chaos. The tomes and books devoted to the Conjunction of the Spheres theorized that magical and unmagical realms existed, passing one another the way that planets and stars do. Somewhere there are places where there are no powers to draw from. Yennefer didn't realize it was a fear until this moment.

The question made her blink. Alright? Waking here and not knowing what had happened to her, or what became of her comrades in battle threatens panic to crawl up from the place in her chest she's shoved it too. Yennefer cast her gaze away from the girl to the lake.

"I'm alive if that's what you mean. Besides that, tired, cold and hungry." And yet here she was, wandering in the elements looking for any residual magic or detail to draw from so that she could portal back. She did not want to start a war with Nilfgaard but if she was to participate, she would see it through. "And you? How do you fair?"

At least the other sorceress was dry now. On the Continent no matter how magical or strong, anyone could fall victim to a plague or malady. There's less of a chance now that a chill would settle into her bones.