Had the magic remained in that amulet, he might've sensed it. As it is, the necklace registers none past a piece of jewellery. Perhaps later, he'll realize the truth of what happened to her.

His gaze flicks to her for a moment. Then he returns to looking at nothing in particular. A noncommittal noise comes in answer. Dean talks. That's all he does. He's gathered it bothers Castiel more—that Castiel is quicker to undo with words. It's not a judgment. Merely a reality.

Not all of them spent their decades putting up with that shit from the world.

"Nothing yet. I'm listening."

For reasons other than preserving the pieces of Castiel's broken heart. Geralt is not one to hold grudges, but that isn't the same as being quick to forgive. He understands, he does. Between Yennefer and Eskel, he more than understands. But that's the thing, isn't it? You still make your choices. Castiel made his and endangered Ciri in the process. He will not forget.

Maybe Jo can sense that in the air, maybe not. Geralt doesn't conceal it one way or the other as he takes his turn with the whisky.