Geralt shrank away, but only for a heartbeat. He'd had a sudden, irrational thought that if Nina tried anything, either she might knock something loose that couldn't be put back rightly, or she might feel or sense something that horrified her.

The idea made him a little sick. Like he was accusing himself of being a monster all along, which only a familiar, human face hid from sight.

"Is it safe for you?"