[ it is technically just a sound, but one of agreement, and one that tells sam all he needs to know. he's sure there are details, specific events that have already happened that have confirmed this for geralt and the others - and if sam really thought about it, he could probably think up a few things he was on the outer edges of that would fall in line.
but right now, this is what he knows, and that's enough. he nods, pulling his mug to his lips and taking another long drink, thoughts swirling. there is, of course, the urge to ask his people about it - what it could mean, what it could open up, what it could put at risk, the whole bit.
he won't, of course. he knows this information is...well, not secretive exactly, but potentially dangerous for ciri. he's not going to risk any of that unless geralt tells him it's alright. and judging by the way geralt has...not tensed, exactly, but has definitely realized just how public this conversation has become and decided that is enough for now, they've reached that point. sam finishing whatever sip he'd been taking and sets his own mug down, ready to get up to follow - the conversation has reached its natural end, here, and he should probably head home - when geralt pauses.
no, in needn't be said. sam certainly hadn't been expecting to hear it. but it is said, and sam pauses for his own moment or so, before his face breaks into a small smile. ]
'course. [ and he does mean it, in a way that he knows geralt understands. they've known each other long enough that there isn't any need to prove it. ] Always.
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but right now, this is what he knows, and that's enough. he nods, pulling his mug to his lips and taking another long drink, thoughts swirling. there is, of course, the urge to ask his people about it - what it could mean, what it could open up, what it could put at risk, the whole bit.
he won't, of course. he knows this information is...well, not secretive exactly, but potentially dangerous for ciri. he's not going to risk any of that unless geralt tells him it's alright. and judging by the way geralt has...not tensed, exactly, but has definitely realized just how public this conversation has become and decided that is enough for now, they've reached that point. sam finishing whatever sip he'd been taking and sets his own mug down, ready to get up to follow - the conversation has reached its natural end, here, and he should probably head home - when geralt pauses.
no, in needn't be said. sam certainly hadn't been expecting to hear it. but it is said, and sam pauses for his own moment or so, before his face breaks into a small smile. ]
'course. [ and he does mean it, in a way that he knows geralt understands. they've known each other long enough that there isn't any need to prove it. ] Always.