She followed Geralt without trouble; now that he was there, his unique heartbeat was easy to find and follow. Nina kept silent as she could, solemn all the way to the beach.

She watched Geralt work and held a shawl over her shoulders.

"I'm angry," she said, just loud enough to be heard over the surf. "I'm angry it happened, I'm angry I wasn't there to stop it before it came to this. But I'm alright. And grateful."