[ unfortunately, and also fortunately, for sam - a raised eyebrow and vague tilt of his head is something that sam can easily ignore, at the moment. will happily ignore, at the moment, even. besides, he does appear much better, here in this house, with everyone around, than he did during the search for bucky and subsequent times geralt checked in following. sam still feels a bit off, about it all, but he is starting to realize that no part of this experience in any way is going to feel completely right.
so he just keeps moving, because that's the best he can do.
geralt eyes him, and sam eyes him back - not backing down from the question, but also (hopefully) not looking too suspicious about the whole idea, either. he nods at geralt's list, because it makes sense, he supposes. sword, horse, tack - a sword for ciri, sam supposes, just as geralt speaks it aloud. sam feels himself smiling, both at the timing and also what that says about ciri and geralt and how that has all been going, and he feels himself nodding again. ]
I helped out a guy a few days ago- [ sam waves vaguely, as if actively pushing away the longer story he could go into, but assumes geralt isn't all that interested in. ] He mentioned looking to sell one of his horses. Let me ask him about it, maybe I can get you a deal.
[ it feels good, sam realizes - knowing that he's built up some of that good will that had always followed him, back home. that he's starting to garner connections, people he's worked with and might want to help out. but in that good feeling is something a little more complicated. the reminder that he's officially been here long enough to be able to do that.
his eyes fall to his own bottle, and then turn back to geralt again, a smirk tugging at his mouth. ]
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so he just keeps moving, because that's the best he can do.
geralt eyes him, and sam eyes him back - not backing down from the question, but also (hopefully) not looking too suspicious about the whole idea, either. he nods at geralt's list, because it makes sense, he supposes. sword, horse, tack - a sword for ciri, sam supposes, just as geralt speaks it aloud. sam feels himself smiling, both at the timing and also what that says about ciri and geralt and how that has all been going, and he feels himself nodding again. ]
I helped out a guy a few days ago- [ sam waves vaguely, as if actively pushing away the longer story he could go into, but assumes geralt isn't all that interested in. ] He mentioned looking to sell one of his horses. Let me ask him about it, maybe I can get you a deal.
[ it feels good, sam realizes - knowing that he's built up some of that good will that had always followed him, back home. that he's starting to garner connections, people he's worked with and might want to help out. but in that good feeling is something a little more complicated. the reminder that he's officially been here long enough to be able to do that.
his eyes fall to his own bottle, and then turn back to geralt again, a smirk tugging at his mouth. ]
She going hunting with you?