Nina blushed faintly at the mention of the witcher. She shrugged her shoulders.

"They're good. Apparently little Suli girls with more knives than manners don't scare him. Or at least, don't scare him enough that he hasn't stopped coming by."

She gave Inej a little look, one that promised that they would eventually address the events of that evening. But not now.

"We're going to... I don't know. We're. We're something," she said.