"If you hurt yourself, I'm not fixing it," she insisted as he swept her up again, as if she wasn't delighted; as if she actually meant it. She wriggled free only when they were out on the roof. It gave her a chance to set the basket down, and to give Geralt a hand with the blankets.

There was more of a breeze up there, but she liked it the way it made her dress move around her legs, the way it tugged at the ribbons tied to the flowers in her hair. Between the blankets, Geralt, and her own Grisha power, she wasn't exactly concerned about getting cold.

As soon as the blankets were spread out, Nina happily sank down.

"I do believe I promised you that you could pull all the flowers out of my hair and set it free," she said, trying to sound prim despite the warmth in her green eyes, despite the playful smile tugging at her mouth.