The sheep, perhaps unsurprisingly, continue to flock around Geralt's feet even as he begins to move. Maybe searching for more food, maybe something else. Whatever it is, they end up getting in the way.

Estinien pushes into the flock as well, stilling some of the move boisterous ones with a touch of his hand. He allows Geralt his time. By now, he's already gotten a sense of the man's priorities, and he's not sure if they're compatible. Right now, it's not a matter of diplomacy or manipulation. He's ill-suited to either. Instead, he's just speaking to Geralt with what he's learned in mind.

There's something like concern, deep within. Yet, he has little expectation of that being perceived or accepted. It doesn't matter, either way.

"I see," is all he says at first. Reading minds is not something that comes trivially in his world, but there are plenty of things adjacent to it - all of them disturbing. It doesn't surprise him that Thorne would have their ways, though. Even if he doesn't like it.

Really, he hadn't even settled on Yennefer being the key factor, even if it was something that pinged him as relevant. So, in some ways, Geralt has already confirmed some things to him.

"'Tis a revelation that bodes ill. For all of us."