Chireadan's home is certainly adequate; Geralt's standards are quite low, though, and he would have been fine with sleeping in a barn or hay loft. But there seems to be room in the cottage for two guests, especially since Geralt will share with Jaskier, even if there's space for him to have his own room. Both as a precaution and because his presence seems to be essential for the bard to have decent sleep, and he'll need his strength for the road ahead.

They sit at the elf's table and have decent ale served to them, which Geralt accepts with a curt nod. The whole cottage smells like various herbs and tinctures, hardly unexpected for a healer. Even so, he makes sure that he drinks from his ale before Jaskier does from his own, checking by both smell and taste for any additives. He doesn't expect anything like that from Chireadan, but better to be safe than drugged.

Jaskier's heart jumps at the mention of Cintra and Nilfgaard, his discomfort creeping into his scent.

"There is no significant Nilfgaardian presence in Oxenfurt," he confirms. "And we were not followed."

Geralt had made sure of that when they were traveling. And while it isn't impossible that Nilfgaard could have spies or sympathizers in the city, Geralt had told no one of their ultimate destination, and he couldn't imagine that Jaskier would be so foolish as to spread that information around, either. Not with how recent his kidnapping was. Kaer Morhen is a well enough kept secret; very few outside of the witchers of the Wolf School are aware that it survived its second sacking.

He will not lead Nilfgaard to the only place that he has ever called a home.

"Regardless, we will not linger."