[ sam knows that the magic takes a moment to sink in, knows that it will be at least a moment, if not a couple. but even still, the anger tinged with jaskier’s panic hits close to home, and sam’s mind immediately moves to plan b. to the next option, if this doesn’t work. he doesn’t yet feel confident in his own abilities, here, so it’s possible it just didn’t work at all, but-

oh thank god, sam let’s put a breath the moment he feels jaskier settle. sam, meanwhile, entirely believes it’s the magic more than himself that has jaskier letting out a breath, leaning into his hand. ]

Good. Perfect. [ sam rubs a thumb across jaskier’s cheek, just for a moment,
to reinforce the soft words, before he sets him back against the pillow. ]

I’ve got a potion for you. It’s going to fix all of this right up. Should. You just need to drink it. [ sam’s voice is gentle again, less urgent, as he lets go of jaskier’s face and reaches for the bottle, sliding it into jaskier’s palm. ] It’s not much, but it’ll fix this right up, alright? Can you drink this for me? [ he pauses, just for a brief moment, to make sure jaskier’s fingers wrap around it before he uncorks it, supporting wrist as he pushes it up to his mouth. his other hand, as subtly as he can, tugs at the last layer of dried blood, making an effort to keep himself from wincing as he has to pull the fabric away from the muscle and tissue. ] It’ll help, okay? I just need you to drink this.

[ there is a thought, briefly, that he may need to force jaskier to drink it, but he hopes not, as he pulls the rest of the bandage away from the open wound. ]