[ He levels a look at Dean, with a vague gesture that says, And? His reply is a flat, ] I'm in it when it suits.
[ Why this needs to be a question, he isn't certain. The reasons are several in reality—absolutely nothing Geralt chooses to do has a single uncomplicated answer—but it isn't hard to presume it a matter of convenience from the outside. Which it is, in part. Sleeping comforts don't register to him as worth putting down the coin for. He's rarely home in the first place—spends most of his nights in the desert. Ciri is the same, so they piled into that cramped room at the start and never left. In exchange, they've two steady horses and a small handful of fine-crafted weapons. Geralt is particular about his sword; he will not pick up any common blade off a smith's table. Both his and Ciri's were forged to specifications; he's recently replaced his own blade with the meteorite steel he couldn't afford early in. He'll take a good sword and horse over a bed any day.
But there's also how Jaskier's sleep has been restless ever since the memories poured in. Geralt keeps him company in the night these days, when he might normally have tossed a pillow on the ground and slept there instead. It seems to help, even if Jaskier has a habit of clinging harder than a fucking ocean squid. That is a personal matter, however. One he is not interested in divulging. When it suits sums it up well enough. ]
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[ Why this needs to be a question, he isn't certain. The reasons are several in reality—absolutely nothing Geralt chooses to do has a single uncomplicated answer—but it isn't hard to presume it a matter of convenience from the outside. Which it is, in part. Sleeping comforts don't register to him as worth putting down the coin for. He's rarely home in the first place—spends most of his nights in the desert. Ciri is the same, so they piled into that cramped room at the start and never left. In exchange, they've two steady horses and a small handful of fine-crafted weapons. Geralt is particular about his sword; he will not pick up any common blade off a smith's table. Both his and Ciri's were forged to specifications; he's recently replaced his own blade with the meteorite steel he couldn't afford early in. He'll take a good sword and horse over a bed any day.
But there's also how Jaskier's sleep has been restless ever since the memories poured in. Geralt keeps him company in the night these days, when he might normally have tossed a pillow on the ground and slept there instead. It seems to help, even if Jaskier has a habit of clinging harder than a fucking ocean squid. That is a personal matter, however. One he is not interested in divulging. When it suits sums it up well enough. ]