We might as well be grand

The evening was cold and Nina donned her winter kefta - bright red in the setting sun - whenever she went to visit Geralt in the woods. He'd spent most of the winter, especially the freezing cold nights, in her apartment, but tonight he was hunting something, and so she'd gone to spend time with him before the sun set.

She folded her hands in the black muff she'd brought with her, even though she also had gloves, and even though she could keep herself warm without much trouble.

She rather liked the forest and fields at sunset. She found herself longing for spring, but she hadn't minded winter so far. It reminded her of home.