Geralt always felt like one of the monsters he hunted. The villagers that didn’t fear him openly hated him. One then once he saw a mother grab her children tight as he walked through a town.
Then he met Jaskier.
Jaskier neither feared or hated him. Geralt was annoyed by his constant chatter at first, but then after a while Jaskier’s chatter was strangely soothing.
Now, he and Jaskier were curled together in bed. Jaskier was behind him with his arm thrown across Geralt’s chest.
Geralt always felt like a monster but with Jaskier he felt protected and cared for.