Geralt parted reluctantly, his eyes on Nina's, dark in the night, and following her as he stepped away and then moved up the beach, slowly and a little roaming, so that she could keep up. She was right, he was wet, the seaside was damp, and they ought to go get a hot drink, and some dry clothes.
"Where's Inej staying? Should we go back to my place?"
He could get a change of clothing there, and while he didn't have a setup nearly as fancy as Nina's, what he did have was some mulled wine, a stovetop, and enough pots and pans to take care of his necessities. Like warm drinks after a horrid night.
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Date: 2017-09-18 04:58 am (UTC)"Where's Inej staying? Should we go back to my place?"
He could get a change of clothing there, and while he didn't have a setup nearly as fancy as Nina's, what he did have was some mulled wine, a stovetop, and enough pots and pans to take care of his necessities. Like warm drinks after a horrid night.