His expression softens. He nods. "I think we both did."

Truthfully, he hadn't even realized it until Nadine asked him in here. He's been so focused on...problems. Things fucking happening. Maybe it was good, to take both their minds off the past few months.

For a moment, anyhow. He's still in the middle of the damn desert with Sam.

"I need to go back." Geralt straightens up. "Take care, Nadine."