Yeah. Oh. If she were to ask, he would only be able to tell her it's a matter of time. A hundred years go by and eventually even the deepest cuts scar over.

His gaze softens a hint. Separated. He does hear the story in that one word, but he doesn't ask yet.

"Hard to leave your family behind." He wants to say he was the same—on his way home and never made it—but now he's got memories of making it, of having gone home to Kaer Morhen, to his own brothers, after all. Of having found Ciri. Which makes the entire situation complicated. What counts now, as the period in which he was whisked away?

A beat. "I've seen you about as of late. You're new to Cadens?"