"I feel like that was the world I was trained to inhabit, even if I didn't know it at the time," she admitted. "Everything seemed so straightforward when we went looking for other Grisha. I was Zoya's spy, gathering information about local legends and folklore. Most of the time there was a Grisha or an entire family of them at the end of those roads. We offered them help, offered them asylum in Ravka. We broke up slaver rings, raided slaver ships. Everything felt right."

She nuzzled Geralt's chest, hiding from the morning chill.

"All that changed after the Druskelle caught me. After that, it felt like there weren't any clear and good decisions... everything was shades of not-as-bad. I was in survival mode."