[ Geralt moves over to her, still confused about why the fuck she's crying, but made angry by her assertions-- he grabs her shoulders, like he did when they met in that inferno of the dream. ]

I've been bonded. Before this place. At home. I can't go through it with anyone but her, I can't have it treated like this, I can't--

[ Saying a bit much, there. Geralt abruptly lets go of Paloma and staggers back. ]