[ Unfortunately for Sam, Geralt is not entirely ignoring it. Fortunately for Sam, his acknowledgement comes in the form of one raised eyebrow, at most, and a vague tilt of his head without comment. He's not touched on the search for Bucky since, other than looking in on Sam a few days after. It would not surprise him to learn that Sam feels a little like he owes the Witcher—but he isn't sure, either. Sam's always been keen in general to offer help wherever he can.
Almost to a fault, he thinks. Something he hasn't said, but has contemplated now and again—what it is that drives Sam so deeply.
He eyes Sam for a moment, before accepting the question at face value. (Sam's been helping the landlady, because of course he has.) ] Sword. Horse. Tack. The rest can come with time.
[ Armour's useful, but not his priority. The ideal is not to be struck in the first place. That's how he was taught, how he's always operated. It can wait. Hunting with a crossbow would be simpler, but his dagger will do. He knows exactly how far he can aim it.
He props a foot up against the wall, turning the beer loosely between his fingers. ] I'll have my sword soon. [ The smallest hesitation before he continues. ] Ciri will want one of her own.
[ He's told Sam little about Ciri and he doesn't know what Ciri has told Sam since. All he knows is that Sam's aware Geralt raised her, but does not remember doing so. Either case—he imagines that's enough for Sam to conclude exactly how she might've been raised, given who and what Geralt is. ]
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Almost to a fault, he thinks. Something he hasn't said, but has contemplated now and again—what it is that drives Sam so deeply.
He eyes Sam for a moment, before accepting the question at face value. (Sam's been helping the landlady, because of course he has.) ] Sword. Horse. Tack. The rest can come with time.
[ Armour's useful, but not his priority. The ideal is not to be struck in the first place. That's how he was taught, how he's always operated. It can wait. Hunting with a crossbow would be simpler, but his dagger will do. He knows exactly how far he can aim it.
He props a foot up against the wall, turning the beer loosely between his fingers. ] I'll have my sword soon. [ The smallest hesitation before he continues. ] Ciri will want one of her own.
[ He's told Sam little about Ciri and he doesn't know what Ciri has told Sam since. All he knows is that Sam's aware Geralt raised her, but does not remember doing so. Either case—he imagines that's enough for Sam to conclude exactly how she might've been raised, given who and what Geralt is. ]