That's. Mm. Unique. There's a sense Geralt's got more he wants to say or ask, but isn't quite putting any of it out there yet. It sounds a bit like the sort of magic that slips into your mind, builds inside the cracks there, and though he doesn't know anything about her husband other than what he's been told, that's...something to think about.
He supposes, now that the man is gone (if he was ever a man at all), it may no longer be relevant. She seems to be doing all right on her own, with her little group in Nott. From what little time he spent with them, he can tell she cares about them and they her.
He does ask one thing, though, a question more loaded than his usual but in a way that carries no expectation of an answer. She can ignore it if she wishes. Whatever she does or does not do or say, he thinks it'll tell him enough. "Are you hoping he'll return?"
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He supposes, now that the man is gone (if he was ever a man at all), it may no longer be relevant. She seems to be doing all right on her own, with her little group in Nott. From what little time he spent with them, he can tell she cares about them and they her.
He does ask one thing, though, a question more loaded than his usual but in a way that carries no expectation of an answer. She can ignore it if she wishes. Whatever she does or does not do or say, he thinks it'll tell him enough. "Are you hoping he'll return?"