The woman is unlike any Lily had seen before, as fantastical seeming as these strange surroundings, though she does not envy the dress the woman had arrived in. It was splendid - like if Kate Bush was a magical princess - but it couldn't possibly be warm, or especially comfortable. Her expression remained curious as the other woman took her other hand to shake. To her it seemed as though Yennefer had rarely, if ever, shaken someone's hand, an interesting detail in a world that seemed to be full of nothing but strangeness.

When the other woman firmly stated that she would not be dying here Lily grinned, giving her hand another shake before dropping it. "Then we are in accord with our goals." She appreciated it, she looked young but despite that Lily seemed determined, if damp. She would figure out whatever this was and find a way to overcome it.

"Do you want to come to the farm? That's where the others stay as well. I'll build a fire and make tea."