[ Kind of died. Geralt withdraws his hands, abrupt, as though he's coming to a realization. After a second he offers it again to help Eddie up. It does not, in truth, yet occur to him that Eddie is struggling with his death itself. His mind is a little elsewhere, distracted, and he's known a few who have returned from the dead now—through the Singularity or otherwise. The notion has grown strangely. Acceptable.

This, though. This re-examining of a death through memory. ]

There was a woman. When she was here, she also saw— [ He frowns deeper. What the fuck does this even mean? ] Perhaps this place, or I...We should get you out of here.

[ It no longer feels as safe within as he presumed earlier. And isn't that familiar? Maybe he should've remembered, that these walls do not always keep the dangers outside away. He can—try to fix the storm, briefly. Give them enough time to leave.

He looks back at Eddie. ] Where do you stay? I'll take you there.