Clara was pensive on the balcony of her apartment alone, holding a cup of tea. She looked out at New York City, where she had grown up. She sighed a few times but then tried to smile. Her heart ached. It hurt a lot, but she couldn't handle it. She was indeed disappointed that the planned wedding had to be postponed, and Geralt could not clarify when they would talk about this again.

Clara understood, and she wasn't going to impose her will. She also wants Martin to undergo more chemotherapy ...