That was, indeed, part of the reason she pursued him the way she did: he was safe to sleep with. She did not have to worry about him wanting to wed her as well as bed her, because witchers did not take wives. She did not have to worry about bearing him a bastard child, because witchers could not procreate. She did not have to worry about losing the life she has grown accustomed to, because he would not ask more of her than this.
His looks were a pleasant addition to everything else.
"You did tell me that," she agrees, still puttering around completely naked, eventually turning back to him with a dampened cloth in hand that she brings over to the bed and hands to him.
"I would like to sleep here tonight, in your bed," she tells him, sitting on the edge of the mattress beside his hip and looking at him with a frank sort of honesty. "If you are amenable."
Some soldiers lash out in their sleep, she knows that all too well. Some men are so haunted by their pasts that they cannot escape their ghosts in their dreams, and sleeping beside them is a dangerous endeavor for anyone, no matter how well trained. Some men simply like to sleep alone.
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His looks were a pleasant addition to everything else.
"You did tell me that," she agrees, still puttering around completely naked, eventually turning back to him with a dampened cloth in hand that she brings over to the bed and hands to him.
"I would like to sleep here tonight, in your bed," she tells him, sitting on the edge of the mattress beside his hip and looking at him with a frank sort of honesty. "If you are amenable."
Some soldiers lash out in their sleep, she knows that all too well. Some men are so haunted by their pasts that they cannot escape their ghosts in their dreams, and sleeping beside them is a dangerous endeavor for anyone, no matter how well trained. Some men simply like to sleep alone.