As always, everything happens quick. And as ever, Geralt watches—not interfering in an already fraught situation when Dean's here to step in.
He picks himself off the ground. There's a look in return to Dean, one that says he has the answer but that it is not his place to give. Jo will either say or she won't; what he feels about her has no bearing on his basic desire to not involve himself where he's aware he isn't wanted.
They might have made tentative ground. But he has not forgotten what preceded between them before now.
(Though perhaps it says enough he appears not at all surprised when she mentions death.)
He steps over the fallen wolves. If Jo or Dean need a moment, he'll grant it to them, but eventually:
no subject
He picks himself off the ground. There's a look in return to Dean, one that says he has the answer but that it is not his place to give. Jo will either say or she won't; what he feels about her has no bearing on his basic desire to not involve himself where he's aware he isn't wanted.
They might have made tentative ground. But he has not forgotten what preceded between them before now.
(Though perhaps it says enough he appears not at all surprised when she mentions death.)
He steps over the fallen wolves. If Jo or Dean need a moment, he'll grant it to them, but eventually:
"We should keep moving. Where did you come from?"