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like they’re just resting in a little area, just barely big enough for the two of them. They probably decided to take a break from walking to whatever town they’re headed to, it’s the beginning of fall. The ground isn’t too hard, or dry, so they can sit comfortably (or nap, in geralt’s case)

Geralt doesn’t really need to nap, but he knows that there’s no monsters nearby and that he can trust Dandelion to alert him if need be. Dandelion saw how stiffly Geralt was sitting and encouraged him to lie down, the horses are fine, they all can afford a bit of a rest.

Dandelion has, of course, been working on a song for a couple of weeks now. The rhythmic, lulling strumming helps Geralt fall from an easy meditation into a light doze.

Maybe he and Dandelion haven’t been traveling together for very long, a few years at most. Still longer than Geralt has ever traveled with anyone in the past.

After a few minutes, Dandelion hears Geralt’s soft snores. Maybe this is a first, for them. Maybe Geralt hadn’t trusted Dandelion enough to let himself fall asleep with only the bard around. Against his better judgement, Dandelion feels his affection for Geralt making a him for itself in his heart. He leans over, just a bit, as quietly as he can manage to see the witcher’s lovely, loose expression.