"That's what I like to hear," she cooed. The horror of the dream lingered and she wasn't sure that she was ready to try falling asleep again just yet, but she was in no hurry to slip back to town in the pre-dawn grey.

The sound Geralt made as he settled down again made Nina feel warm. She tucked herself close to him once he'd settled, rather liking his hand on her hip.

"I don't like the idea that this is something I can't fight."