You had been traveling with Geralt for a long time now. You were the only one of his many companions he wouldn’t let drift away for a few years before finding your way back. You were by his side. Always.

As the pair of you stumbled into a local tavern, tired, hungry, sweaty, and somehow still freezing. You barely listened as you paid for a room, just tossing coins at the man and asking for him to supply two meals and a bathtub.

When you climbed the stairs, shoving the door open and expecting to see two beds, a low grumble left Geralt at the sight of a double bed. Just the one. You were too tired to care and Geralt seemed… indifferent, in his typical fashion.

You stopped out of your armour, dropping your things and huffing as you sat on the bed.

“At least it’s comfortable, no?” You said, shrugging.

“I don’t need to sleep tonight. Rest.” Geralt hummed, his back facing you as he looked through his bags.