[ She slips her shoes off and lets them fall to the floor with two soft clunks before she curls next to him in the pillows. The way she wraps herself around him is almost protective, as if to cover him. Her fingers comb idly through his hair.
It's too early for her to doze off too, although she can feel the heavy creep of contentment in her limbs. She lies quiet instead, listening to his breath and watching his eyelids twitch. Julie used to hate watching other people sleep; it felt asinine and stalkerish.
Now, it feels like reassurance. Geralt is here. He's okay. They're okay. ]
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It's too early for her to doze off too, although she can feel the heavy creep of contentment in her limbs. She lies quiet instead, listening to his breath and watching his eyelids twitch. Julie used to hate watching other people sleep; it felt asinine and stalkerish.
Now, it feels like reassurance. Geralt is here. He's okay. They're okay. ]