[ She lets it go. Neither of them have the answers; she's not telling him because she expects him to fix it. They're going to figure it out together, somehow. That's what matters to her-- and that's all she needs, really. The reassurance, for now, is enough. Just being able to see Geralt and talk to him and knowing she is not alone, even at this distance, is enough. She never has to be alone in the silence of the vast desert without anyone to talk to ever again, not if she doesn't want to be, and for that, she is grateful. The Horizon is more than a convenience, even if its implications surrounding their connections to the Singularity are sometimes difficult to conceive of.

Ciri leans closer, head bowed, not quite touching. ]

Neither of us is badly hurt. We were able to bargain with a merchant heading toward Cadens, and Viktor can ride in the wagon. We'll be back in about a week. I'll let you know.

[ She looks up again, seeking out his gaze. ]

When will you be home?

[ It's just the easiest word to use now. And it's true, isn't it? It doesn't matter if Geralt often likes to wander anyway. They can still call it home. ]