"Nilfgaard?" It's not hard to guess. He knew where the army had been and the direction they were going. He knew they had been ready to burn down everything in their path. But if that is the case, they would have died at very nearly the same time. His wish hadn't been on Geralt's mind before, not seriously. Given the choice between destinies and some kind of guiding intention in the world and seeing circumstances for a string of chance, chaotic and driven by circumstance and ultimately only as meaningful as people choose to make it, his instinct is still toward the later.

Some coincidences are too much to ignore, though.

"Damn," he says before taking another drink, low and with less emphasis than some of his other recent utterances.

Then, with a sigh. "That must have been something to see."

If anyone could stop an army with the sheer force of her stubborn will, she was sitting in the tub with him.