Swinging a sword won't do me any good if I don't know how to swing it to defend myself.

[The fiber type thread is tied off and Nadine shifts her position, standing now to look over Geralt's back and decide where to start. The largest one. It looks...well, she doesn't want to think about what it looks like.]

I've had to...defend myself before. [She imagines he'll understand what she means with that phrasing.] I just need to be properly equipped and know what I'm doing here.

[Lacking an effective gun that she trusts. God she'd give a lot for a handgun.]

I'm going to start stitching you up. Do you want anything to bite down on?