Geralt was aware of many creatures, hags, wraiths and ghouls. Being a Witcher meant he had to know of them- But he'd never actually met a Pixie, not face to face like this anyway. Spotting her straight away where she hovered, lowering his sword slightly, so not to clip her with the tip of it, looking off after the monster, making sure it wasn't about to come back, wounded and pissed off.

Geralt furrowed his eyebrows a little as she came in so close. He was used to people commenting on his eyes sure, but he wasn't used to them being so small and so close. Fighting off the urge to shoo her from his face, Geralt instead cocked an eyebrow at her question.

"I'm a Witcher. You're of the Fay, are you not?"

Sheeting his sword slowly and holding up the back of his hand for her to stand upon if she was so inclined. Geralt was just as curious about her as she was of him.

"Never seen your kind with my own eyes. Pretty, if not a little small."