Nina closed her eyes, enjoying his touch. For as hardened and scarred as Geralt was, he was gentle with her.

A smile quirked her lips. "I think you're bias on that end. But I won't argue." The thing was, Nina liked herself. Having that coming under assault had never been easy to endure, but she did endure. Why should she be anything less than herself?

"Now and then I wonder if I could have been anything else. I went to the Little Palace when I was so young." And she had, rather promptly, learned how to deal varying degrees of bodily harm to to others, and had spent most of her time honing those skills.