[He doesn't hold her gaze for long, his eyes flitting away. He's not trying to lie so much as dance around the truth. He's not sure what telling her will mean. It certainly changes nothing, but he knows, simply by the look she gives him, that she must be wondering.

It's almost surprising she simply doesn't ask. It would, actually, be simpler if she did.

And yet, would he say it? He's had a long time to trust Geralt. Yennefer, less so, but she was... there. To save him. And though he trusts the princess already, it's --

Fuck. It's a burden that there's no point in sharing.]

Hmm, is that so? [He smiles, flicking his gaze back at her.] I never realized you such a champion for the broken-hearted. Is that what Geralt taught you all that time, or did you pick it up somewhere else? If you're not careful, you'll be having ballads written about you soon enough.