[ Well that puts the werewolf theory to rest. A part of her is a little disappointed that that's the case, but then again, she's never heard about Witchers before.

She makes quick work tying the last star up into the tree before scampering down, a little furrow on her brow. It has more to do with processing what he's telling her than the physical work. By the time she's scampered down the ladder and joins him at the table, she still hasn't quite figured out what to say in response to that. There's nothing quite like what he described in Fodlan, at least not that she's aware of but the thought of if there were, of people being experimented on churns her stomach.

Geralt seems largely indifferent, but then again he's had at least a century to come to terms with it. After a beat she pipes up. ]

I know it's probably been a while, and I'm sure you've come to terms with it but I'm sorry that you had to go through that all the same. I can't even begin to imagine what that must have been like or what you went through. But I hope that it at last gave you the power to take care of the people you care about the most.