they look. so goddamn soft
like theyâre 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 theyâre headed to, itâs the beginning of fall. The ground isnât too hard, or dry, so they can sit comfortably (or nap, in geraltâs case)
Geralt doesnât really need to nap, but he knows that thereâs 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 havenât 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 Geraltâs soft snores. Maybe this is a first, for them. Maybe Geralt hadnât 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 witcherâs lovely, loose expression.
He keeps careful track of time, and begins to set up camp, letting Geralt sleep as long as possible.
