Lambert picks up the soap after a while and lathers himself up, making sure to get behind his ears and in all the little places he doesn't often have time to bother with. He's safe, Eskel's sitting right there, so he takes advantage of the bath.

"Yeah, 'til this morning, actually." His face gets a tiny bit pink, a goofy smile stretching his lips, and he keeps his eyes on his task of scrubbing up good. "He wanted to spend the whole year together, at least until I had to go back to Kaer Morhen, but contracts are running thin. Not enough for two witchers, unless we wanted to stick to camping and hunting. So I told him I'd try and meet him again in the harvest season before I head up the mountains."