Cassandra's hesitation does not go unnoticed, but Geralt makes no remark on it. If there's a feeling he understands well, it's discomfort in the face of a stranger's concern. Which, despite their shared intrusions, is what he is. A stranger.
He only nods. "No shortage of company at the inn."
Most of the Summoned have gathered there, not in the barracks. Sam spends his time bringing folk in. To Geralt, it feels more effort than it's worth—he doesn't think anyone should need to be told not to rely on those who stole them from their lives—but he knows how people are. How little they question things when it is easier to leave matters be.
He drops a few coins into the merchant's outstretched palm and shoulders the bag he's carrying. The sense that he's about to take his leave may be abrupt, but it isn't to do with Cassandra. Just how he is. He'll see her often, he imagines, if she's staying at the inn.
ok to wrap here?
He only nods. "No shortage of company at the inn."
Most of the Summoned have gathered there, not in the barracks. Sam spends his time bringing folk in. To Geralt, it feels more effort than it's worth—he doesn't think anyone should need to be told not to rely on those who stole them from their lives—but he knows how people are. How little they question things when it is easier to leave matters be.
He drops a few coins into the merchant's outstretched palm and shoulders the bag he's carrying. The sense that he's about to take his leave may be abrupt, but it isn't to do with Cassandra. Just how he is. He'll see her often, he imagines, if she's staying at the inn.
"Take care of yourself."