Geralt could hear the galloping of Melora hooves before he saw who was riding her and even then he had long since made the realization by the scent of her perfume that it was Cassandra. The two seem to keep crossing paths and as much as Yennefer had been on his mind over the last few days, the Witcher was not going to complain. He wouldn't admit it but her company was definitely appreciated.

He turns his face towards her nonchalant, with a little bit of a smile as if he's been waiting for her, which he has been. For at least the last five or so minutes.

"Not at all," Geralt replies. "But I'm heading to Roselake and won't be going back to Gazin for a while."

Cassandra could join him for as long as she wished.