[ There's a small pause. Is he? She isn't the first one to have asked him as such. Once again, he finds himself without a simple answer. Geralt seldom thinks of his state of being in those terms. He's never sought happiness, just a purpose.

Maybe as many days of peace as he can wring out of the world, which isn't much. ]

I know my daughter is content here. [ And he knows his heart is at ease when she is. Claire's reason for asking is a matter unto its own, though, one he turns over in his head for a second. ] It's difficult to wish for something they can't possibly choose themselves. But I don't believe it's wrong not to want to be alone.

[ Despite the shit that's happened, it isn't as though his world is any safer. From what Claire's described, neither is hers. ]