"It's a good view," Geralt said, earnest again. "One of the better ones. And I grew up in a remote Kaedweni mountain valley."

He took the hint and began assembling for Nina as well as himself. He suspected she could see well enough, but he had no way of actually knowing. His own eyes adjusted quickly, naturally, to nearly anything. Geralt couldn't remember what the world had looked like before.

The witcher held one of the bites out to her, before sticking one in his own mouth. He held it between his teeth while he leaned to reach for her dress, and his own briefs.

He stood to pull them on, white skin bright in the moonlight.