"Uh...it's a little complicated."

Nadine gives another little laugh. She picks up on that little sense of fondness, something she can't say she shares.

"We had something called foster care. Kids without a family or who's family couldn't take care of them would be placed in foster homes, families that would take care of them and if the circumstances were right, adopt them. When I was a baby I was placed with a family that adopted me, but they died when I was little. I went back and forth from foster homes and a church run children's home until I aged out of the system."

Those are the broad strokes, which Geralt always seems perfectly content with. The broad strokes were depressing enough, the details only made it worse. She'd never lasted long, in any of the homes. For one reason or another.

Then again, she hadn't exactly fit in with her first family, either.

"So I was with the nuns a lot. They're an order of women who've devoted their life to God and the church, and they live by a code that emphasizes acts of service and helping the needy."