Relief floods him. He rushes to Julie's side, dropping down to help her sit. She's bleeding. A frown wrinkles his brows. "I'm here."

He exhales, glancing up to gauge where they are. The stars twinkle against the darkened sky. Judging from the sand, they haven't landed anywhere foreign. The path is familiar, as is the shape of the cliffs. To the north, he can just make out the sloping ridges that border the Singularity's crater. Sharper peaks rise from the west. It puts them not in the middle of the Badlands but closer to its edge along where the main roads lead inwards to the mines.

"I know where we are." He wipes the blood from her cheek with his thumb. "It worked."

At a cost he'd rather not have her pay again, but they are here. In one piece. All that's left is to make the journey home—roughly two, maybe three days. Closer to three, he estimates, since he isn't travelling alone.

"We'll camp here." Night has overtaken evening, and though Geralt occasionally rides straight through the night, that's less of an option when Julie is with him. Temperatures are already dropping. She needs to eat. In the morning, they can continue onward.