He quirked an eyebrow and turned to glance outside. “Hm.” She had a point there. The weather had been fair and though he could survive the freezing temperatures, a little bud would be destroyed instantly. Plants were delicate when they were young, just like anything else. They would need protection until they were sturdy enough to survive on their own.
“Do you have room here?” Geralt moved his attention back to her. She appeared civil, though the witcher was aware how quickly that could change. The greenhouse looked like it had been in disarray before but was currently in the process of being cleaned and groomed. If this was the woman responsible, he felt a little trust could be given in her direction. “I could help around in exchange for a little space?”