[ It's strange, almost, to consider what Estinien is possibly after when even his close friend seems on a different page. Not that it matters to him—what others believe is not his business, so long as they don't bring it his way—but it's curious. Though he's considered before, after the fact, that Estinien had just stumbled on him that day in a shit mood, itching for a fight, and lacked the self control to walk away. It happens.

He doesn't yet open the bottle, his expression thoughtful. ] She could've. I don't doubt her sincerity. But choices still need to be weighed. And I can tell you she and the others will always weigh them in favour of their people.

[ Maybe their interests will align with some, maybe they won't. Geralt does not begrudge the woman's decision; it's only pragmatic. His point is that intentions are not enough. A kind hand only goes so far. There needs to be more, and right now he isn't sure of anyone who holds power that he can say it would appear they have good reason to go out of their way to help.

As far as he's concerned, the ones gathered here, they're on their own. He doesn't see that changing any time soon. ]