"Sorry Kaz, my nails are wet. You'll have to rely on Inej's good graces." Nina said as she wiggled her colored nails at him. The food smelled good and she tried to take comfort in that.

"Well, if this is Darrow's doing, I would rather it finish it's nonsense sooner than later. The last thing anyone wants is a cranky Grisha running around." Or whatever was happening to Geralt. She felt for him; she knew he didn't like how much he stood out. The way his mutations were behaving right now only made it worse, and painful.