“I’ve slept in worse places,” Wyll says, already laying on the floor. “Take the bed. Promise I won’t hold it against you.”

He smiles, and then rolls over. The floorboards creak beneath him. Definitely uncomfortable, but he’ll live. Wyll prefers your comfort over his own. You’re the one leading their little ragtag group; he’s not contributing as much. You deserve to sleep in a bed for one night. The only reason there’s not two is because Astarion thought it’d be funny to make you two share.