That's unlike him—creating what's not at all real. He gets it, though. When most of your world has crumbled, perhaps it's simpler to make what never existed. So you need not miss so keenly what used to be in it. The people that were there.

The emptiness in the halls of his rising fortress is different. Geralt grew up with that, the way it's been hollowed out. From what he can tell, what occurred on Nadine's world was far more recent.

He studies the church, though he isn't certain from its decorations what it's meant to be the church of. Is it important to her? Does she believe in a deity or is it simply a place that exists? Geralt lets the question pass for the moment in favour of answering hers.

"I know enough," he says. He won't regale her with details he's heard that she's already lived through. "Is this what your world looked like before?"