The shift of hooves, the crunch of hay underfoot. The familiar sounds and smells of animals boarded in the barn hits as she steps through the door.

Rinwell isn't really anticipating anyone being here, not really. And certainly, Geralt had no way to expect her to show up unannounced. But there's a familiar mare tied and in the midst of a groom, earning a sudden smile of relief — and then freezing, startled, as an equally familiar gruff voice speaks up.

And also stops, to stare at her.

"Geralt?" After a moment, she can't help but offer him a small but happy smile. "You remember me..?"