She pushes herself up with slow movements to a sitting position, and considers him with a faint smile. "Was I?" she marvels. "I shall try to avoid it from now on."

If she had in fact been dead, it certainly explains a good deal about how she's currently feeling, which might be generously described as terrible.

But she can't focus on that, not when she can see Geralt kneeling by the fireplace, not when Lan Wangji is here, watching her. "You're in my world," she murmurs. "You came."