Nina should have known he'd pick up on something, no matter how good she was at schooling herself. First of all, this felt big, and second of all... Well. He was back to his witcher self.

Still, she kept her smile and caught his hand when he reached for her. He was warm and he smelled good, and she reached with her free hand to stroke his beard when she was close enough.

"Nothing at work," she promised him as she leaned up to kiss his cheek. "But I had a lot on my mind on the walk home."