She can't suppress the smirk that curls the edges of her mouth. Julie doesn't have the keenest sense of smell, actually, and she's not unaccustomed to how bad it can get without ready access to water. But she could swear that Geralt absorbs horse smell into his skin. Like it's just seeping down into his pores.

"Well, don't let me get in the way of your cuddles," she chuckles, tilting up to kiss his cheek before she slips back down to lie in the pillows. Even just the effort of holding herself upright is a lot; lying down, a sense of relief overtakes her almost immediately.

Tucking one arm under her head, she yawns and nods. "Okay. You eat."