[ Like all witchers, Geralt is able to go from a dead sleep to total alertness in the span of half a heartbeat, and so he does - the brief moment in which his nervous system screams of an unexpected attack quickly dissipates, recognition of Lambert's presence overriding it.
He peels the towel off his head and rolls half way up on his side as to better reach out and sock Lambert in the thigh. ]
Dick.
[ His voice sounds rougher than usual. Fucking exhausted, and the last tinges of just-healed smoke inhalation damage. ]
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He peels the towel off his head and rolls half way up on his side as to better reach out and sock Lambert in the thigh. ]
Dick.
[ His voice sounds rougher than usual. Fucking exhausted, and the last tinges of just-healed smoke inhalation damage. ]