[ He doesn't quite relax, but he lets himself settle into the quiet night. At least this year, there's been no bloodshed for the Dimming. All in all, surprisingly calm. But that's how it often is, isn't it? Even in the midst of war, some days the sun shines bright, the waters are still; he's learned to take what he can when it comes.
His lips twitch. ] Never met a Witcher who didn't sleep like shit.
[ Bad habit of all of theirs. It's reached the point where he can no longer tell if they don't require much sleep or he just. Adapted. He supposes the difference is negligible.
He slept easier inside the walls of Kaer Morhen. The real one. And he can admit he sleeps a little easier here with her, too. He doesn't know why. Perhaps his thoughts just wander less towards its dark corners. ]
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His lips twitch. ] Never met a Witcher who didn't sleep like shit.
[ Bad habit of all of theirs. It's reached the point where he can no longer tell if they don't require much sleep or he just. Adapted. He supposes the difference is negligible.
He slept easier inside the walls of Kaer Morhen. The real one. And he can admit he sleeps a little easier here with her, too. He doesn't know why. Perhaps his thoughts just wander less towards its dark corners. ]