Considering the chaos of the situation, Geralt does not much question John's absence. He, too, has been distant, wondering what might be to come. His decision is not a complicated one. He intends to stay. But it is not anyone's intentions which weigh on his mind. It's what might occur that they can't see coming.

Still. In the meantime, they are required to wait. And they can't very well starve, so Geralt hunts a stray boar by the crater and builds a fire. By the time John appears, it's roasted well.

He glances up, though he heard John's footsteps from a ways off.

His gaze flicks up to John's face, steady. A small smile curls his lips—brief but visible. Good to see him back in one piece.

"We find ourselves in yet new territory, it seems."

It bothers Geralt less—he's never been anything except a wanderer—but he can sense John wishes for stability.