She watches him go with a degree of intensity that somewhat betrays her, that hints at her desire to keep him within arm's reach. She's not afraid that he will leave so much as she is just a little bit worried that she might be hallucinating him. Despite everything, she is well aware that there are lingering effects to being kept from other people.

A small weight drops from her shoulders when he comes back. Real, she keeps telling herself. She is out, he is real. This is real.

It's good to just... keep her mind in check for a little while.

She offers her hands to him palms up, where they are dirty and torn. As he works, she glances around, taking in the surroundings that she hadn't noticed at all when she first got here. There is a longing in her heart when she looks at the Singularity again, the string that had pulled her before now being tugged again, but she ignores it in favor of watching Geralt again.