Geralt lay sleepily with you in front of the fireplace, his chest against your shoulder and an arm over your stomach and around your waist. The cold air trying to push against the fire's warmth against his back had made him decide to put you closest to the flames. The two of you were covered head to toe in bandages and healing salves, and his body was tired enough to never move from the spot on the floor.

He'd brought a blanket over from the bed the inn supplied, the pillow, small and with a scratchy case, was resting under your head and shoulder where you rested on your back, you'd smashed your arm into a tree during a fight with a werewolf earlier in the day and snapped a bone, he didn't want to risk you rolling over on it, or it being left to the uncaring hard floors.

"Once you warm up a little more we can move to the bed if you want," he said softly, his eyes already drooping. His side ached in a constant throb from falling off of Roach trying to pursue you and the monster that had dragged you into the woods. "You were in the snow for far too long." He'd found you finally after hours when night had already fallen, cold and nearly blue in the monster's den.

Geralt sighed quietly into your shoulder, partially trying to warm you up and partially from him getting sleepy and cuddly. He'd never admit he got cuddly when sleepy, but he always ended up holding his pillows close to his body, or laying on Roach's side instead of resting on a bedroll like most would, "That job- when we find the man who tipped us off tomorrow he better have a good amount of coin to pay for this trouble."