[ when sam makes it back inside he takes a moment to close the door behind him, if only because he does worry - about jaskier, too focused on geralt (even with his insistence geralt was okay) or geralt, upon half-waking up, wanting to come in and check on jaskier. it's a matter of separation, of moving between each space just long enough to get something taken care of.
jaskier's response - coherent, together, complete - has sam smiling just a bit wider. moving to come to the side of the bed he'd spent most of the last night and day before. ] It'd certainly behoove something. [ god, he's never going to get over their vocabulary differences, is he? but even so, it is all said with fondness. a kind of tiredness that is expected, given the last two days.
it's not until jaskier says sir that sam, having been almost distracted by what he should be worried about, looks back. lifts a brow. ] You know, it kind of sounds like you like following orders. [ which, for all that has happened, carries an inflection of that playful flirtations, of an easily curled smile. if it were any other day, sam would probably keep up the tone. the joke. the back and forth. but as it stands, he sets the broth and water down on whatever nightstand might be provided and pulls a chair up to settle next to jaskier's bed. ] Yes, you can sit up. [ and then, because he doesn't think he can put off the question for much longer. ] How do you feel?
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jaskier's response - coherent, together, complete - has sam smiling just a bit wider. moving to come to the side of the bed he'd spent most of the last night and day before. ] It'd certainly behoove something. [ god, he's never going to get over their vocabulary differences, is he? but even so, it is all said with fondness. a kind of tiredness that is expected, given the last two days.
it's not until jaskier says sir that sam, having been almost distracted by what he should be worried about, looks back. lifts a brow. ] You know, it kind of sounds like you like following orders. [ which, for all that has happened, carries an inflection of that playful flirtations, of an easily curled smile. if it were any other day, sam would probably keep up the tone. the joke. the back and forth. but as it stands, he sets the broth and water down on whatever nightstand might be provided and pulls a chair up to settle next to jaskier's bed. ] Yes, you can sit up. [ and then, because he doesn't think he can put off the question for much longer. ] How do you feel?