"You know, I've not really asked how you've been since your coin's come back. I just sort of assumed everything's been ducky."

She heard someone say that - ducky - and she'd picked it up. Nina let them into her apartment, grateful that Inej had been by to help her clean recently, and to quietly put away Geralt's things in a closet, until she was ready to deal with them. It was cozy as ever, plush and homey. It was easier to nest here in the winter, and if she was honest with herself, she wasn't sure she could bring herself to sleep in the cabin alone. She didn't know what she'd do with it now.

"Which, knowing you, maybe isn't the best assumption to make," she said with a coy little smile.