[ Her chin tilts a little, a slight curl to the corner of her mouth. Much like Geralt has only ever known her to be magically powerful, Julie has ever only known him as an already calm, balanced person. And even with the awareness that he's many, many years older than her, it's hard for her to picture him any other way.

It's almost funny. She can cobble together a mental image of a child Geralt, but he's still just as level-headed and insightful and gruff as the current one. ]

What, you wasn't always this put-together? [ She can't help but tease a little as she takes his hand again, walks next to him down the hall. Honestly, it's hard for her to imagine how much someone can change when they live seventy or eighty years without aging. It's only been two years for her, but she feels a lifetime away from the person she was in Kansas. ] So, Witcher finishin' school. Makes sense. Life can't all be slaughter and scrappin'. The break from a wild pack of hellions is just a bonus.

[ The bedroom they enter is just as lovely as the rest of the temple. It feels like a home, unlike what she's seen in Kaer Morhen. What makes the latter a home she suspects to largely be the people in it. But the atmosphere is not that of somewhere that's meant to be relaxing, welcoming, stable. Safe. All that makes a certain place feel like it's yours.

Here, there are signs that the space is owned. The gifts on shelves. Drawers that she can only assume contain a single pair of wolf ears and a tail. It feels good to be around.

She turns and reaches up, loops her arms around his neck. Her smile is content. ] I'm glad you did this.