An edge of interest sharpens his expression. He takes her in a second time. It isn't common, at least to him, for someone to be evasive about their magic without good reason. Perhaps, rare as it is in her world, she's learned to keep it quiet.

For a moment or two, Geralt weighs if he should ask it. If he should ask whether that someone is her husband, or if it's to do with the children he'd seen. He doesn't know, for certain, but it feels like an option, like it could be the answer to Who were you doing it with? But they're only talking without any real purpose. She is not a contract he's working on. He'd rather not make presumptions that might provoke.

"I was only ever around it, as well," he says instead. "Magic's not as easily accessed as it is here."

His Signs, he truthfully doesn't count as magic. They're spells, but nothing near the actual magic of a mage.