Geralt frowned thoughtfully. He still felt out of sorts from his injury, but decided that his instinct hadn't failed him yet. His instinct told him this woman wouldn't attack him and she hadn't, so... that had to count for something. "No," he decided. "I don't think she's home. I think she's here. Or will be. Soon." Bound by fate.
"Thank you, miss. For your concern. I think I might stay here a while." However long that might be. He planned to stay in the park to make it all the eaiser for Ciri to find him when she arrived. Not 'if', but 'when'. He wouldn't accept the alternative.