[ Whether Julie leaves before he passes out or after, he doesn't know. Doesn't recall. He manages what might count as rest for the night. For what that's worth. And while normally he rises with the sun, here it's the sun which rises him—by beaming straight into his eye through a crack in the curtains. He wakes with bricks on his chest and a violent flame under his leg.
Ugh. Fuck.
A flash is tension runs through him, before he remembers where the hell he is. He sits up gingerly. Logically, he's aware the rest did him some good. His head is a little clearer and he's not on the verge of collapse. But it doesn't feel like it's done much when he's certain the rest of him has still been trampled by what must be a war horse.
He's staring at the floor and the doorway, deciding if he should even entertain the thought of leaving the bed. Geralt is stubborn, but he's also nursed too many injuries to not have a firm grasp on exactly what he can and cannot do. The door is a fool's errand, so he settles for examining the bandages. Only when he hears footsteps approaching does he look up.
They aren't as acquainted as he is with Julie, but she's familiar and he relaxes. Part of him remains uneasy having disrupted the home of several people, not out of a sense of politeness but solely because that's three (four?) people he's now...relying on. He rarely lets himself rely on one.
nadine.
Ugh. Fuck.
A flash is tension runs through him, before he remembers where the hell he is. He sits up gingerly. Logically, he's aware the rest did him some good. His head is a little clearer and he's not on the verge of collapse. But it doesn't feel like it's done much when he's certain the rest of him has still been trampled by what must be a war horse.
He's staring at the floor and the doorway, deciding if he should even entertain the thought of leaving the bed. Geralt is stubborn, but he's also nursed too many injuries to not have a firm grasp on exactly what he can and cannot do. The door is a fool's errand, so he settles for examining the bandages. Only when he hears footsteps approaching does he look up.
They aren't as acquainted as he is with Julie, but she's familiar and he relaxes. Part of him remains uneasy having disrupted the home of several people, not out of a sense of politeness but solely because that's three (four?) people he's now...relying on. He rarely lets himself rely on one.
Still, she's not an unwelcome sight. ] Nadine.