Geralt couldn't place what it was Nina was getting at, and watched her with confusion making a knit between his brows. Geralt took her arm and followed, quiet and obedient, into the cabin's kitchen to make himself a drink, a strong vodka which he'd soaked anise, lemon balm and a vanilla pod in.
He sipped it from the glass tumbler before sitting down. One drink wasn't anything that would actually affect him, but the flavor and burn were bracing, and often the act alone calming.
He pulled a chair out from the wooden table and settled himself into it, peering at Nina and waiting for answers.
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Date: 2018-07-01 04:25 am (UTC)He sipped it from the glass tumbler before sitting down. One drink wasn't anything that would actually affect him, but the flavor and burn were bracing, and often the act alone calming.
He pulled a chair out from the wooden table and settled himself into it, peering at Nina and waiting for answers.
"You know there's nothing you couldn't share."