He returns the tight embrace, fingers curling gently in Geralt's linen shirt to keep him from pulling away too quickly. As they part again, Regis offers a small smile and pats Geralt's shoulder.

"And yet it has not been that long since I last saw you. Strange."

Does time pass differently between here and the world they came from? Is it truly another world? It must be. He knows the possibility exists, naturally, though he doubts a full Conjunction happened without his noticing.

"I would like to hear," he admits, gesturing for them to go anywhere other than standing in the general flow of foot traffic.