Nina watched Geralt sink into the water and used her hand to spread the oil around. Once the water was high enough, she turned it off and eased into the tub with him.

"Saints," she sighed as she melted against him, lounging against Geralt's chest with her head against his shoulder. "Oh, can we just sleep here?"

She'd been accused, by more than one person, of being too indulgent to be a suitable soldier. What soldier, after all, looked like Nina Zenik? But all of them could go pound sand for all she cared. She was not giving up having hot baths when she could get them.