She had a crumpled napkin in front of her when Sweeney arrived. She'd been using it to wipe at her eyes and she'd been fidgeting with it ever since. It wasn't much use to anyone now.

"Geralt's gone," she said quietly as she resisted another wave of tears. Her accent was heavier. Usually she could speak like a native, wherever she was. Saints, she needed to pull herself together. Her life was not over. But she felt his absence like an ache, and it wasn't something she could just heal.

"The father of this baby is just... gone. And I can't drown myself in this stupid bottle, so I'm just sitting here and looking at it."