[ As he seems want to do, Geralt's response offers little outward info, but much to think about. Witchers then...are perhaps a hardier type of human? Ones best fit for the job of hunting down monsters? Being difficult to kill would certainly lend to that.

Curious as she is by nature, Himeka accepts the answer for now. She has never been the sort to needle or pry unless it was absolutely necessary, confident enough in the fact that the answers will come eventually. The journey is half the fun, after all. ]

That's a trait most people would want.

[ She pops one half of the egg into her mouth, pausing mid-chew to beam when Geralt mentions the gifts. At least she does swallow before she speaks. ]

Does she?

[ That makes her happy. It had been such a one-off in wanting to offer something to both of her guests at the time, bereft of her memories as she was, but they still meant something to her even then. Pieces of the person she was that she forgot. (Ironic given how the situation is actually quite a bit reversed in that regard...but that's neither here nor there.) ]

I'm glad. I did chance upon her while we were all still imprisoned back in Thorne. She's grown up into a lovely woman.