It's not some great tragedy or nothing, where all my children were eaten by demons coming out of a rift or whatever.

I got hurt in the fighting between the mages and templars in the Hinterlands. [Her hand sort of subconsciously drifts to her burned side.] An Inquisition healer helped me, so I thought I'd help them in turn.

[All said in a way that attempts to convince Ciri this WASN'T the worst experience of Avery's life, spanning several months of incapacitation, horrible pain, and the certainty that she was going to die. How well she manages this feat is... debatable.]