Nina smiles and tucks her head against Sweeney's shoulder. "You are the tallest man I've had in bed by at least six inches. When I worked and lived in the White Rose, I didn't have a bed, just a settee."

She sighs and closes her eyes, listening to the great, steady thud of his heart. A far cry from the strange, nearly inhuman rhythm of Geralt's, but a comfort none the less.

"Is it silly to wonder if anyone will want a witch with a baby in tow?" she murmurs. She can be alone, she knows that she can, but after all this, she isn't sure she wants to be.