There's a short moment where Geralt considers stopping her before she injures herself—or worse. He doesn't know what's going through her mind, only that the growing whine of magic in the air is beginning to pierce his skull, a pitch so high she may not even hear it, but he sure as hell can.

"Julie!" He takes a step forward. The magic bursts through the air, the portal swirling open. He grabs Roach, bags already strapped to her, and bends down to scoop Julie up, too. He gets Julie into the portal first, in case it slams shut, then skids through at her heel with Roach. A crushing pressure builds behind his eyes. Falling through feels like a drop right off a sheer cliff. His stomach lurches.

The portal spits him out on a scraggly tree. Branches snap under his weight. He hits the ground and promptly vomits onto the sand. Fuck. His head spins.

He pushes to his feet, whirling around to search for Julie. Is she here? He hasn't any fucking idea if they'd have been sent through to the same place. Roach is with him, whinnying nervously in the distance, but he can't catch sight of Julie yet. A spike of fear forms sharp at the base of his spine.

"Julie?" Shit. She must be nearby. He hopes she's nearby. "Julie!"