The answer satisfied Geralt, not that it was any of his business that Inej was alright. He looked over his shoulder at Nina, amusement in the subtle narrowing of his eyes.

"Afraid you'll be bored and disappointed. It's not very interesting." It was mostly bare, actually, which was the way he'd been raised. In a nearly empty ruin at Kaer Morhen.

"It's not far."

It wasn't, either. He did what he could to keep up conversation with Nina. He was accustomed to silence, but if she needed distraction, he was willing to provide it. She'd just had to deal with something deeply unpleasant.