Suppose not, though he suspects he has an idea. She looks perpetually ready to consume a boar whole.

He hasn't chimed in, no. He's no plans to, either. Every time he's stepped into something he's not involved in, the only thing he's gotten out of it is shit. If it were up to him, he'd have left this city behind and let them go about their business. Not his problem. But he's stuck here for the time being, and it's not lost on him that whatever happens, it's going to become his problem whether he wants it or not.

"Alliances come and go. So does trust between kingdoms." Geralt sidesteps a hole in the ground, left behind from the rock throwing fiasco. "Don't mistake me, either. I'm not judging. I just prefer to keep out of the affairs of humans."

Eivor has visions of a home and a future; perhaps a family. A place where she belongs. Common desires even more commonly killed for. For him, though, it's irrelevant. They're not things meant for his kind. Doesn't matter what world he's on.