Geralt and Dandelion

Geralt and Dandelion sat by a campfire in the forest at night. The recent battle had been difficult, even for Dandelion, who had helped Geralt avoid injury. Geralt was dog-tired, desperate for sleep, but sleep wouldn't come. Geralt seemed in his prime: unwilling to sleep, calmly staring at the fire, his sword lying nearby. But the fire had become incredibly hot, especially for Dandelion, as if summer had decided to return for one night and make its presence felt. The bard was unbearably tempted to take off his shirt because of the heat, but... It felt somehow... awkward in front of Geralt. So Dandelion endured, saying nothing, for he thought Geralt would react negatively to his comments about the heat.