Nina was waiting at the end of a dark alley. She looked up when Geralt approached and offered a faint, wry smile.

"Thank you," she said, because that seemed like the right thing to say. She hugged herself and slipped down the alley, where a body lay crumpled over a curb. "He tried to hurt Inej... he tried to take advantage of her." She looked at Geralt, eyebrows drawn together.

She hoped he understood her meaning because she wasn't sure how detailed she wanted to be. And he knew Inej, so he had to imagine what that might have looked like. The tiny Suli girl, taken off guard; Nina could only imagine her terror in the moment the memories that must have flooded her mind.

"And this is what left of him."