Geralt has woken to the sounds of Jaskier calling for him once again, a soft grunt parting his lips as he woke up and pinched the bridge of his nose; drinking competitions with his dear friend...not the best idea for the next day if a job is required, which assumably is what he was being woken for. Swinging his legs around to the side of the bed, he called out “I’m up, Jaskier!” He sighed and got dressed, making sure to clean himself up before walking downstairs and greeting the other.

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It’s been quite a while since Geralt has had a comfortable place to lay. A bed, some good food. Sometimes, the life of a Witcher can be difficult, sometimes it is restless, and there are many sleepless nights. 

Dandelion seems to have slept just fine, surprising considering how he’s used to having a bed, and many nights Geralt had stayed awake, to protect the man from any danger that may come their way. He doesn’t mind it, he’s had many sleepless nights before.

But, now that he’s in the comfortable room, as soon as his head had hit the bed he had passed out. Exhaustion had finally taken over, he doesn’t even remove his armor, which if he hadn’t been so tired, would have been extremely comfortable.

Jaskier must have come to check on him (it’s not like Geralt to stay in one place at one time), he must have not realized how tired he was. He’s not even under blankets and there’s a draft within the room, though Geralt doesn’t appear to be cold.

However, the blanket is draped across the peacefully sleeping Witcher. It does stir him awake, though. He’s a light sleeper, he sort of has to be in his line of work. Golden eyes slowly flutter open, a sleepy hum of questioning leaving his body as Dandelion’s face comes into view. 

Bleary eyed, Geralt squinted up at the troubadour hovering above him. “Mmmh.”, he replied eloquently and turned his head enough to get a rough idea of where the large earthenware cup  of water was located on the nightstand. He flung out his arm, aiming for the desired object and missed. So instead, his fingers crawled along the rough wood until ther bumped the cup.

It took a few tries for him to coordinate gripping the vessel and sitting up enough but he managed. Just like he managed a few sips of the stale but cool water.