Geralt finishes and Blake nods in agreement, ready himself, although lingering a moment nonetheless. His gaze flits from bird to bird, noting that their interest doesn't seem to wane even as the other man begins to move away. He wants to know more — he always does — but the respect he has for Gerakt, who's come to help him without complaint, means he doesn't expect himself to do more (active) prying.

"Not a minute too soon," he finally says as he hurries to catch up, falling into line and leaving the mimics behind. He'll be back to overstep others' lines, but he feels relieved to have faced this situation with someone he trusts not only to keep it quiet between them, but also a person he knows wouldn't struggle under any means of attack. It helps, maybe, that Blake's starting to enjoy the quiet company.