Geralt said nothing, though he made a soft noise of comfort, somewhere in the back of his throat. It would not be the first or last time, that he would sit quietly, letting a woman rant to him about the unfairness of the world. And it was not that he didn't agree with Nina utterly, only that, if he said anything at all, what would it possibly even add? He was too cynical for politics.

He kissed her, parting her thick, dark hair to one side of her shoulders while she lay and pressing his mouth against the base of her neck.