[ sam has been awake - he realizes it's been nearly thirty hours, and he knows he's had a nap or so somewhere in there, but between the mess he'd left behind bringing jaskier into the house and alina coming home soon after, his small apartment room smelled of blood and sweat. there are brief moments where he can almost smell the rabbit stew, something savory and warm in the air left over from jaskier's hallucinations, but he hasn't had the energy to actually get food started and between that and the scrubbing of the wood and the pile of fabric in the corner he'd used as bandages, there's little he can do.
the sounds of footsteps up the stairs of the main building don't exactly break through his concentration as much as red's warning, something he's hesitant to call chirping as the hawk seems to command a darker noise than that. but red had been on as much of an alert as sam has been, sweeping from one end of the small space to the corner of the room sam's left jaskier to sleep in, mirroring sam's stress and worry. it should be expected, he assumes - jaskier had made red, himself. of course he would be connected. of course red would worry. but the sounds of footsteps coupled with red actually leaving jaskier's side to come perch out in his rooftop corner have sam looking up just as the voice comes through. rough, tense. sam's been washing his hands so when he looks up and hears his name, he reaches for one of the few clean cloths left. ]
In here. [ he says, above a whisper but not much as he hopes alina is still sleeping and he knows geralt can still hear. sam's eyes go back to the bedroom where jaskier is resting, just able to make out the movement of jaskier's chest. still breathing. still okay. sam is stepping out from the small basin area (what he's turned into a some-what kitchen, though any stove or heat has to come from the kitchen downstairs), which means he'll be facing the door once geralt has it open, wiping the water from his hands.
sam's attention now is to the figures stepping inside - checking to see if there's anything else he needs to adjust to. anything else he needs to take care of, before they (as he's assuming they will) head straight to see jaskier. ]
He's in that bedroom. [ gesturing to the one with the door still open, even if he has a feeling geralt (and probably even ciri) would be able to figure it out. ] Arm's healed up as well as it's going to, but he's been out for a bit.
no subject
the sounds of footsteps up the stairs of the main building don't exactly break through his concentration as much as red's warning, something he's hesitant to call chirping as the hawk seems to command a darker noise than that. but red had been on as much of an alert as sam has been, sweeping from one end of the small space to the corner of the room sam's left jaskier to sleep in, mirroring sam's stress and worry. it should be expected, he assumes - jaskier had made red, himself. of course he would be connected. of course red would worry. but the sounds of footsteps coupled with red actually leaving jaskier's side to come perch out in his rooftop corner have sam looking up just as the voice comes through. rough, tense. sam's been washing his hands so when he looks up and hears his name, he reaches for one of the few clean cloths left. ]
In here. [ he says, above a whisper but not much as he hopes alina is still sleeping and he knows geralt can still hear. sam's eyes go back to the bedroom where jaskier is resting, just able to make out the movement of jaskier's chest. still breathing. still okay. sam is stepping out from the small basin area (what he's turned into a some-what kitchen, though any stove or heat has to come from the kitchen downstairs), which means he'll be facing the door once geralt has it open, wiping the water from his hands.
sam's attention now is to the figures stepping inside - checking to see if there's anything else he needs to adjust to. anything else he needs to take care of, before they (as he's assuming they will) head straight to see jaskier. ]
He's in that bedroom. [ gesturing to the one with the door still open, even if he has a feeling geralt (and probably even ciri) would be able to figure it out. ] Arm's healed up as well as it's going to, but he's been out for a bit.