For whatever reason, a bit of humor grabbed Geralt. He gave a short rumble of a laugh.

"Just don't get any of your friends worked up on my account. I don't need anyone sneaking out here and threatening me while I'm trying to hunt up my supper."

He tilted his head, moved to meet Nina's eyes. He brushed a tendril of her dark hair back behind her ear.

"Will you be alright? I might be able to make you something, for sleep. Think I can get some Valerian out here."