[Oh, yes. Those are definitely tears. He panics, just a little, because crying women, honestly, are never a good thing. But especially now. How the weight of all of this must really be bearing down on her.

To be fair, she held it all back so well.]

Are you joking? I'm SO glad you're here! That we could meet! Not that I think you would be any less fun as a child, which... I suppose, for me, you would be still.

[He presses his lips to the top of her head affectionately.] You and Geralt. This place would be awfully shit alone.