Nina frowned as she listened to the story. She understood the anger Geralt spoke of, even if she could not entirely understand what that experience might have been like. Having everything taken, turned into something else... she couldn't imagine Geralt that way.

"I know Inej wishes she could do the same to the people that took her to her family, to the men that used her so poorly... and probably Tante Helene, for facilitating it all in the first place."

Tante Helene was a special kind of cruel all on her own, never mind the clientele the Menagerie had attracted. Nina shuddered at the memory.

"I'll wait here," she murmured. And she did. She hugged her shawl around herself while Geralt went into the water. SHe worried about how far he might go out, but she supposed he might want the tide to take what it could. She prayed to her saints that the body became nothing more than fish waste.

When Geralt finally came back to shore she said, "Thank you. Truly."