It's not a situation that Geralt envies. His own emotional ties are murky and chaotic and he's doing his level best to not think about them because he doesn't want to deal with his own feelings right now.

She isn't here, he is and he's going to adapt to this place in his own way.

"Well, there is always drinking until you're more comfortable," he advises. It would, at least, help with the quota. "Not that it would solve your problem but I've always been fan."

He smiles, lifting his glass.