Geralt was trying to make a pillow but Nina solved her problem by tucking her head beneath his chin, head against his shoulder. He was warm and his heartbeat was back to something that sounded familiar to her. Whatever was driving his mutations haywire, it seemed that she had quelled it, at least for now.

She hoped so, for his sake. She only worried that she might not be able to do it again. Hopefully they wouldn't have to find out.

She wasn't sure how she felt about this Law of Surprise, but she tried not to judge it. She wasn't from his world; maybe it served some purpose.

"There were people in the Second Army that specialized in finding other Grisha. I was identified young and brought to the Little Palace to train. I was out with Zoya looking for Grisha, hoping to convince them to come to Ravka, when I was captured by Druskelle... Grisha hunters."