[ She wishes she could say it feels like more than the calm before a storm, but frankly, most of the easy days feel like that to her now. Like she's always waiting for a disaster, for the next emotional gut punch. After everything she's been through, she doesn't know how else to look at the world. Reveling in the easy times has failed her twice now. ]

Guess it's harder when you're the most likely one to actually find the monster under the bed. [ It's a dry joke. Obviously, Witchers have reason to sleep terribly, as a collective group. She can relate, although her own issue trends more toward the dreams she has when she does sleep. ] What do you do instead? When it's four in the mornin' and everyone else is out like a light?

[ She has a feeling she knows, but Geralt's ability to sit with his own thoughts remains astounding to her. Not that her tolerance for silent meditation was ever very high, but her period of forced isolation has left her with more than a slight aversion to just thinking. ]