[ They get lucky, or maybe seaside type of folks are just more laid back. Ultimately, all that matters is there's a room to sleep in, and it even has two beds. Ciri would have frankly just laid down on the spare rug on the floor if not for that and passed right out; as it is, she actually makes it onto the bed, barely taking the time to shove off her boots and belt. The rest, she can't be bothered with, even to clean her wounds. The exhaustion that has been pulling at her all this time hits in full force the instant she nears the promise of a bed, like stepping over the edge of a cliff into unconsciousness.
Eventually, through the fog, there is something jostling her again. A voice. The pain returns, a steady, all-over ache and stiffness. It takes Ciri a few moments to remember Viktor exists.
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Eventually, through the fog, there is something jostling her again. A voice. The pain returns, a steady, all-over ache and stiffness. It takes Ciri a few moments to remember Viktor exists.
She rolls over onto her back with a groan. ]
...what?