Geralt embraces her in return. For the first time, he is not thinking about anything in particular. Just her, here with him, and the fact that he is content despite all that's happened.

It seems she is, too.

He grunts when the bard throws himself upon them both. Coram makes a sad muffled noise, squeezing his small body between the tangle of limbs to escape the crush. He lets Jaskier hug them. (It's good to have them both with him.)

"I'm never sentimental," he replies flatly.