Estinien can relate to that, at least. He shrugs his shoulders, his wings unfurling, looking up towards the peaks of his artisan mountains. He's not worried about Geralt doing anything to his domain on his way out.

"You're welcome," he says, an expected amount of cheek in his tone. He gestures vaguely at Geralt's entire self. "Good luck with your... situation."

Whatever the hell is going on in Geralt's life he wouldn't know where to start, and it's clearly not desired. So, instead, that's how Estinien bids his farewell, leaping up into the sky and taking wing, circling over the mountains and back towards his flock