He was impressed. Most people who had been wrong held onto that anger for years, sometimes to the end of their own lives. But she seemed at peace with whatever had been done to her. Or she was just very good at concealing her emotions. Geralt could relate. "Hm, yes, looking back, I can't say I would have chosen a different path. Perhaps different choices afterwards but with what I am and what I've become, I feel very ... confident." There. He'd spun out several words. Perhaps he was learning to be friendly. He'd been taking lessons from Jaskier. The younger man had a talent for gabbing anyone's ear off, no matter the subject. Geralt was only good at cutting off ears.
It was strange to be excited for something so simple and yet with every new instruction and tip that she gave him, Geralt grew eager to put it into practice. The plants she pointed out looked easy enough at least. He grinned as she remembered his slip-up. "Dog. She used to be a horse. Still not sure how that worked but I'm just grateful that she's here." Though Jaskier had a few complaints. "But I think she doesn't know she's a dog. I might have to try and find a few for her to be around. Know any by chance?"