"Probably not," she agreed. "But here I am. I brought you some things."

Maybe Geralt didn't need anything from her, and maybe she should have just trusted that Geralt had good reason for vanishing. But she had worried, and now she had to see for herself that he was alright.

He wasn't.

She slid a bag off her shoulder and slowly came closer to the fire, though for the moment she kept it between them. It threw light on Geralt, for one thing. His fingers looked blackened and she could see the pallor in him even as he tried to hide his face.

"What's wrong?"