"The Seat of Friendship." His reply comes absently; he's still gathering his bearings, trying to decide if their connection to the Horizon is finally stable. "Was. Soldiers raided it."

So. That's why it's here now, rebuilt and with more than a few additions. The history isn't important, in truth, where Dean and Jo are concerned; it's clear Geralt's only answered because—ironically—he is too distracted to have deliberately chosen not to.

By the very thing Jo asks. He'd felt Ciri vanish from his grasp. Not slipped. Just disappeared.

"Not here. I'll—find her." She's either elsewhere in the Horizon, or returned to the physical world. He's not contemplating any dire scenarios, despite the tightness in his voice. "Stay as you like. Don't fuck with his pets. They bite."

The peacock in particular. Regardless—unless they need him, Geralt's taking his leave.