She blinks back a sudden sting of tears, gratitude filling her in a rush. By the fireplace, Geralt makes the sign of Igni and coaxes cold, dry wood into flame. "Kaer Morhen," she whispers. "You've been at Kaer Morhen?"

"Time for all that in a minute," Geralt says, coming back over. He leans down to put a strong arm around her waist, helping her to her feet. She can stand, but her legs are weak and wobbly and it's good to lean on him as he helps her over towards the fire, then coaxes her to sit before its warmth.