This night had been more than just restful.
Rare occasion that Geralt ever felt that refreshed and smooth.
The warmth and the softness of the bed was balm for his battered body after the long time on the road.
His mind wandered shortly to Jaskier, who slept in the next room.
Subconsciously, Geralt had sharpened his witcher-senses, listening to the well-known heartbeat.
He heard Jaskier's heartbeat, yes, he was next door ... but his heart was beating too loud and a bit too violently.
A nightmare? That happened. They had gone through a lot together; also bad things, some of them Jaskier still dreamt about at night and startled out of his sleep with a shout.
Geralt's nearness calmed him down then so he was able to fall asleep quickly.
Geralt was glad he didn't dream, never.
Witchers don't dream, never! That wouldn't be good at all.
Witchers don't have feelings as well, never! That wouldn't be good as well.
But Jaskier, he had feelings ... oh yes ... a lot of them.
And dreams ... oh yes ... a lot of them.
And words ... oh yes ... a lot of them.
And as it was, Geralt just heard Jaskier blathering a lot of those words.
"Oh ... Pondy ... you're such a beauty and ..."
Fuck!