[ This time, her lips do quirk up as she looks over. Some of the tension sloughs off of her shoulders. She intersperses finishing the jerky she'd left in her lap with reaching over to nudge stones in place, and listens to any further embarrassing stories of Jaskier's Geralt might divulge into the quiet of the night with only the occasional, increasingly sleepy interjection.
Eventually, exhaustion takes its toll, and the anxiety and adrenaline have drained away enough to let her rest. She nods off in the middle of one of Geralt's tales, head heavy on his shoulder, and dozes there until Geralt nudges her closer to the fire and the blankets.
Some force of nature must have taken pity on her at last; it is a blissfully dreamless sleep. ]
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Eventually, exhaustion takes its toll, and the anxiety and adrenaline have drained away enough to let her rest. She nods off in the middle of one of Geralt's tales, head heavy on his shoulder, and dozes there until Geralt nudges her closer to the fire and the blankets.
Some force of nature must have taken pity on her at last; it is a blissfully dreamless sleep. ]