She teleported him to Triss's house and immediately teleported home, unwilling to leave her mother for even a minute. Geralt found Triss alone in her sitting room, poring over long pieces of parchment labeled 'lessons'.

Triss startled, pulling her house cloak closed over her nightdress. "Geralt?"

"Yen needs you, Triss." He did not want to waste precious time.

"What do you mean? Is she okay?"

Explaining Yennefer's situation the second time was surprisingly easier. Or maybe it was easier because he actually had a plan of attack. Eskel had come down while he was speaking, having overheard every word.

"Of course we'll help, brother," Eskel assured, even though his help had not been sought. Triss, however, looked apprehensive. Eskel turned to her. "Right, babe?"

"Geralt, I would do anything for her. You know that."

"Don't say 'but'." He felt rage starting to rise in his throat; his wife's life was in Triss's hands, and he would not allow her to shirk this responsibility. "Triss, don't you fucking dare say 'but'."

"Watch it, Wolf," Eskel warned.

"No, it's okay, Eskel," Triss called him off. "Geralt, I will do everything I can. But the thing is, I'm not a healer. I know basic healing spells, and I even know of a blood staunching one, but what you're describing – it sounds like it would require much more sophisticated healing magic than what I am capable of."

"What do you mean? You just said you know how to staunch blood. That's what we need."

"That's just a basic spell that temporarily stops the flow of blood until proper medical help can be provided, but it's crude – really crude. That kind of extended blockage can cause fatal damage to her kidneys; it's been known to happen on battlefields, where a prolonged blood staunching spell has led to the death of those who may have otherwise had a chance. We can't take that risk. What Yenna needs is someone who knows how to manipulate the flow of blood between vessels to stem the bleeding without causing any harm. That's high magic – really advanced stuff."

"Are you telling me that you and your Lodge and your Aretuza – this who's who of sorcery – that none of you has these abilities?" This couldn't possibly be. That many Sorceresses and nobody knew how to do this shit? Nobody knew how to save his wife?

"The Sorceresses of the Lodge are more specialists of combat and espionage, and the healing program at Aretuza is admittedly our weakest considering there is a dearth of mages with expertise in healing to begin with – and those hold such precious knowledge are often unwilling to abandon their posts and their patients to become teachers."

"What about those mages who healed you after Sodden?" He knew he was grasping now, trying desperately to keep his dread from overpowering his resolve. "Who restored Yen's eyesight and cured you of your condition?"

"That was just one Sorcerer. He has long since passed. Radovid." She added the last word with venom.

"Damn," Geralt breathed in disbelief. This could not be a dead end. There had to be someone else who could do this. There had to be someone else who could help her – who could help him fight for her.

"But Geralt," Triss started slowly, as if afraid to set him off, "you know a highly gifted healer…"

He felt a stab of skeptical hope hook into him. "Who?"

"Geralt…"

"Triss, I don't think I know anyone who's a healer, but if I do, tell me now."

Eskel cut in darkly. "Your mother, Wolf."