"Fine by me." Once more, the witcher doesn't bow, though there's no disrespect in the way his steady yellow eyes study her. Instead, he nods to her. "Then I'll be on my way."

He doesn't expect her to require him over the next two days, but he'll be hanging around Winterfell, just in case. Besides, he'll need to keep a sharp eye on the armorer.

Their deal struck, Geralt turns and heads from the chamber, his armor and the dual swords on his back clinking with every step. There's a great deal to make ready, and not a lot of time in which to do so.