The water in the bathtub was lovely warm and Geralt felt his muscles relax, the warmth almost making him drowsy.
He had been probably napping actually, for as the door was pushed open and Fenneka entered with two other buckets, he all but jumped.
"Damn! ... What're you doing?!"
Fenneka laughed.
Unhurried, she stepped to Geralt's bathtub and slowly poured the warm water out of the buckets, smiling blatantly at the naked, wet witcher, who eyed her upset and a bit bewildered.
"Please don't pretend to be prim. Witchers are way more likely to strip their skin than their soul."