I -- what! [He sputters in surprise, her fingers gripping his shoulders a bit too tightly to be friendly. Or happy.

Of course, staring into her face from this close made that very, very apparent, too.]

I'm not -- I was only, you know -- it makes sense, of course, that I wouldn't always be --

[He may be making this worse.] What else was I supposed to think! I thought, if you didn't trust me, I must... not have been around for you. Like Geralt.

[It only made sense to him that if the White Wolf was there, then he, too, would be. At some point. Even if only in the springs.]