( He knows Geralt's going. If he didn't already plan on it, that would mean Dean's going. )

I can take you to the last place I saw her.

( His eyes peel away from Geralt to settle on the forest in the distance. Beyond houses, beyond hills, wagon trails and streetlights. It's lush and green, at first — but it transitions slowly into washed out grey. Desaturated, dark, unsettling to look at.

He looks back. The second most important thing he needs to impart — )

I didn't leave her. ( He needs that on record, partly because he needs Geralt to know it personally, but it's also actually relevant. ) She sent me out, or blasted me out, or something, I don't know. Point is, I don't know if she's gonna be in the same place, but... we'll figure it out. I'll get you to her.

( He shouldn't have let himself get separated in the first place. He screwed up, it's on him to fix it. )