He can almost hear Eskel and Lambert teasing him, something about the White Wolf finding others of his own kind, but ignores the idle thought. "Then we'll go once I've had your armorer make a few repairs."

The witcher shakes his head at her. "Not a lot of time for gossip on the Path. I know what I need to know. And, not to put too fine a point on it, as long as you can pay me my coin, I don't really care. But for what it's worth – "

His golden gaze flickers over the simple stone chamber, the work she's doing, before returning to the Queen herself, who had spoken to him so frankly and with such certainty. "– I'd have to agree. You don't seem all that spoiled."