Broad strokes are all he needs. Sometimes details come later; sometimes he can fill them in himself. Orphans are aplenty; he'd not presumed her one before they spoke today, but having her confirm she is one doesn't surprise him, either. The way she'd explained her husband as us against the world—if she'd had a family, they couldn't have been more than vaguely present at best.

It's interesting, though, that she calls it a system. Like it's organized and not just a series of orphanages here and there, taking in lost children for one reason or another. Not always charitable ones.

"Sounds like it was hard to decide if a roof was worth the bullshit." Been there. A few minutes pass where he's silent, regardless of Nadine says anything else, before he adds, "I was left with the Witchers. Up on some frozen mountains. Made for a unique childhood."

As for who left him, he doesn't clarify. She can probably guess. He made his home there eventually, but that was not how it started. It'd taken time. A long time, if he's being honest, to decide exactly what home looked like and meant to him.