It took nearly ten minutes for him to return to Nina on the beach. He'd dragged himself and the body out to chest-level water, before he spent a few minutes hyper-oxygenating his blood with deep, quick breaths.

His head fell beneath the cool water, and his metabolism responded, slowing down drastically, using less oxygen. He dove deep, to thirty feet. His ears popped. He ignored it, and tangled the chains around a rocky outcropping beneath the water, near a drop-off. He could be sure that the body would stay there, wouldn't float away, and would be eaten that night by the influx of life from the deeper water.

Geralt returned to Nina. The water, at least, had cleaned off any remaining gore that had stuck to his leather armor. He shook off like a dog, nose to tail, before stepping over to Nina, hair still dripping salt water gently.

"You're welcome." He was still sluggish, waiting for his body to raise his heartrate again, to warm up. "This shouldn't follow either of you."

He meant it in two meanings. Inej would stay clean. Inej deserved to stay clean, and Nina as well, by association. There was real evil out in the world, the people who were simply trying to live shouldn't get dragged into it.