"Oh-" she hadn't expected him to escort her, but... maybe it's for the best. Being alone feels strange in the scorched echoes of these streets.
She knows Geralt isn't much a talker, and she supposes this particular task doesn't lend itself to much idle chatter. She's fine with the silence, good at it in a way that's practiced, almost trained. It's a comforting thing with him, only the sound of rubble crunching under their feet breaking the quiet for a long, several minutes. She likes the type. The kind of people that don't need to fill up the space with chatter, who don't need to say a single word to say a hundred things.
"How long do you think it will take to...rebuild here?" she asks softly, she thinks maybe he has more experience with this kind of tragedy than she does and probably has a better idea of estimates of that sort of thing.
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She knows Geralt isn't much a talker, and she supposes this particular task doesn't lend itself to much idle chatter. She's fine with the silence, good at it in a way that's practiced, almost trained. It's a comforting thing with him, only the sound of rubble crunching under their feet breaking the quiet for a long, several minutes. She likes the type. The kind of people that don't need to fill up the space with chatter, who don't need to say a single word to say a hundred things.
"How long do you think it will take to...rebuild here?" she asks softly, she thinks maybe he has more experience with this kind of tragedy than she does and probably has a better idea of estimates of that sort of thing.