"Perfect isn't the word I'd use for it," Geralt observes without much bite, watching the horse a moment longer. They'll have to try actually getting Jaskier on its back before they draw any conclusions, but it seems more likely than most of the others.

However Geralt might ask, he would rather Jaskier not be eaten. Not by his own horse, and not by whatever monsters they meet outside of the walls.

There's a part of him that finds this familiar. He wouldn't consider himself one to get nostalgic, but especially after the recent events, he might have to rethink that position.

"I think it will do the job, though," Geralt comments then. "You'll be better company than most of what I've had here."

That's as close as Geralt will come to admitting he's glad to see him.

Then, "At least it will mean having one person here who knows what a witcher is."