Geralt snorted and stood from his seat to bend over Nina and press a long, committed kiss to her mouth before moving away again.

"I would still think you were pretty even if you turned into a werewolf tomorrow. Because you're pretty."

She would always be pretty. She was a pretty soul, and nothing would change that. It was unlike Yennefer, whose spells made her beautiful. But she'd been born with a hard and bitter soul, and Getalt would always see that as well.

"We'll need a nursery."