If Yen could roll her eyes harder at Geralt's distinct efforts to make the other man feel like an imposition, she'd likely fall over. Geralt in a mood is often already enough to deal with most days, doubly so when she was the cause. This particular hurt had been festering and left unmanaged for longer than either of them should have allowed. But, old habits die hard and she'd needed space. It didn't mean she was unhappy to see him well. Managing without her just fine. Good.

Without giving Geralt another thought as he goes up the stairs, aware he likely hasn't gone far, she brings a flame to life quickly in the kitchen, filling and placing the kettle quickly to start on the tea.

"It was part of the decision when choosing a home. While we don't require something quite so large for ourselves, the convenience of being able to keep a horse or two nearby and safe was a draw." Pulling out a few assorted bags of loose tea, she sets them out as attention fully shifts to him for a moment. "Do you prefer a black tea, something herbal, or perhaps a more flowery aroma?"