[ A few thoughts cross his mind in return. Geralt holds his tongue for the time being as he makes the rest of the way down: dropping two ledges before finally landing on the ground. He gathers his sword and his pack, carrying them over to the shade of the tree.

He isn't bothered that Dean's frustrated. He is irked by the insinuation that he deliberately withheld the incident. He put it aside for a short time to attend to other shit, and his reasons for that had nothing to do with Dean. ]

Let me be clear: I do apologize I delayed something of importance to you. I had other matters on my mind. But understand your sense of urgency will not always be mine. [ He sets his gear down and leans back against the trunk. ] Do not leap to accuse me of deceit because I needed a few days. As for why, our heads have been fucked with all week. I've not exactly been myself.

[ Which is not to say he didn't make a choice. He did. He'll take responsibility for that. But it wasn't a choice he'd make if he'd, mm, well. Fucking had his memories and emotions intact. ]