[ She nods, undeterred by his lack of enthusiasm as to where she guides the conversation. But she is a little hopeful, perhaps--mentions of Estinien haven't incurred any overtly readable ill-will from Geralt's side, so mayhaps it was a misunderstanding?

Or they simply don't see eye-to-eye and it's not nearly as big of a deal to Geralt as it is to Estinien. That in and of itself shows what a change her friend has gone through over the years. Though he is not one to suffer others who do not align to his own goals, so singularly focused on them as he was, he likewise wouldn't spend much time dwelling on it either. To her that means that Estinien saw something in Geralt and he's equally disappointed in himself for not being able to bridge that gap. ​]

Mmhmm.

[ She hums an affirmative, deftly slicing up the zucchini and then the squash, moving them off to the side in piles. ]

Apparently "tall, white-haired, with a sour expression" is a lot more common than I would have imagined.

[ A pause as she looks Geralt over. ]

Even if you are a little short.

[ Says the woman who hasn't even cleared five fulms and three ilms. Himeka doesn't seem to hold this against him, however, and shrugs. He's a Hyur, after all. ]

But I suppose he thought you had a common ground as well.