Geralt was silent for a long moment, barely able to look at her, and certainly unable to meet the shine of emotion in her eyes.

But he stood eventually and closed the space between them, slowly settling himself down beside Amalthea. Geralt sat there, simply breathing, deep and slowly in and out.

Then he leaned his shoulder against hers, tucked her head against his side. Nothing more. His hair fell against hers, the colors nearly blended.

"I'm frightened, too."