[ sam nods in agreement at that - ciri is tough, tougher than most will probably ever know. he may not know the full extent of it - he feels like he's still learning bits and pieces of who she is and why geralt is so worried about her even now, glimpses caught out in the desert just the other day - but he knows a survivor when he sees one. knows that she's been through things he'll never really understand.

geralt's change in conversation, though, is something sam should have seen coming. perhaps part of him did. you feel responsible he says, and sam winces, even if there's nothing sharp or weighted or accusatory in geralt's tone at all.

he takes the mug, huffs a laugh to try and cut his own tension - it doesn't really work. ]

I forget how freaking observant you are sometimes. It's kind of creepy. [ a kind of joke, one that sam's pretty sure falls flat. he lets out a breath, wraps his hands around the mug. ] I'm glad it all turned out okay, in the end. But yeah- I fucked that. I'm sorry.