It’s true, the Beefsteak and the little park that John had erected across the street are something of a view into his world. And the cottage, gardens, and meadows of his horizon to follow. But there are other things John would have liked to share with Geralt as well. Glimpses of his life. London and Wilmington. Mount Josiah. The Lake Region. He understands that there are aspects to his life as a member of nobility that would probably grate on Geralt’s nerves, but there are other pieces besides he thinks he’d likely enjoy.

He turns, watching as Geralt moves to reach over the edge of the bed before producing the small box, which he sets between them. John raises a questioning eyebrow, reaching forward to tug it toward him and moving to flick the little latch and open it, cracking open the box once he does. A bright smile spreads wide across his face as he hinges the box open on the bed between them and reaches to pluck out a small wooden knight. The carving may not be professional, but John recognizes Geralt’s handiwork, and the fact that he has done all of this by hand, for him…

“My god,” he murmurs, turning the little figure in his hand, before turning toward Geralt, searching his face with a slightly dazed look of wonder. “You — made these for me? Well of course you did. You…” John’s face goes through a number of complicated expressions, where it looks like he has several different thoughts he might like to say at once, before he settles on, “These are wonderful.”