"It happened so quickly," she murmurs. "And then dreams... just dreams."

Geralt's yellow eyes are gentle as he looks at her. "What did you dream?" he asks. "I've had nothing but nightmares lately. Pretty horrible."

"Likewise, for the most part." She gazes into the flames, remembering. "In one, a monster grown from a stillborn child chased you." She shudders at the thought. "That was horrible. But I had a few nice dreams, too."

Her mouth crooks as she looks back at Lan Wangji. "I dreamt you met a dragon, and offered it tea."