[ once the question leaves him, there is a small part of sam that almost wishes he could take it back. that his question had, in a way, broken up whatever easy silence he’d almost wanted there, just a few moments prior. but the larger part of him need to know, knows himself well enough to know that the question would haunt him for days to come, if he didn’t ask now.
as it stands, geralt doesn’t completely cut him off. and while his expression does shift, does seem to close down a little, he still answers. and sam is glad for that. glad for the words he shares, because while sam doesn’t understand how, in a shallow sense it does. make sense. his vitality was draining. i gave him mine, through you.
(it will hit sam later - what that means. how geralt did, in a way, put it all in sam’s hands. sam, who doesn’t understand magic, who just met these people months ago, who doesn’t understand more than he does, when it comes to their lives. that geralt had trusted him, that ciri had, that jaskier - even in the midst of his hallucinations - had clasped his hand. told him to stay. but that will be later, when he has a moment to slow down. to sleep. to catch up. )
for now, sam merely nods. accepts that, as an explanation. his eyes fall to his good, then, the spoon stirring in the seasonings and potatoes and meat. he’s thoughtful, considering all that has just happened, all that it could possibly mean, so much that he almost misses what geralt follows up with. almost. ]
I’m glad you did. [ he says, taking a bite and looking up and over to the other man. and maybe he should be hurt by that, by the knowledge that geralt wouldn’t have involved him, if he had another choice. but sam also knows how that goes, knows that no matter what, that’s the type of person geralt will be - a preference to only, ever, rely on himself. that, sam is used to.
he finishes his bite and watches geralt for another few moments. finding that he is, actually, fairly content with that answer. it’s another moment before sam’s eyes fall back to the stew, another bite. another few moments of chewing. ]
Thanks, by the way. [ he says, a bit suddenly. it’s mid bite, so it takes him a moment before he can swallow down the rest. ] For involving me. I’m glad I was there.
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as it stands, geralt doesn’t completely cut him off. and while his expression does shift, does seem to close down a little, he still answers. and sam is glad for that. glad for the words he shares, because while sam doesn’t understand how, in a shallow sense it does. make sense. his vitality was draining. i gave him mine, through you.
(it will hit sam later - what that means. how geralt did, in a way, put it all in sam’s hands. sam, who doesn’t understand magic, who just met these people months ago, who doesn’t understand more than he does, when it comes to their lives. that geralt had trusted him, that ciri had, that jaskier - even in the midst of his hallucinations - had clasped his hand. told him to stay. but that will be later, when he has a moment to slow down. to sleep. to catch up. )
for now, sam merely nods. accepts that, as an explanation. his eyes fall to his good, then, the spoon stirring in the seasonings and potatoes and meat. he’s thoughtful, considering all that has just happened, all that it could possibly mean, so much that he almost misses what geralt follows up with. almost. ]
I’m glad you did. [ he says, taking a bite and looking up and over to the other man. and maybe he should be hurt by that, by the knowledge that geralt wouldn’t have involved him, if he had another choice. but sam also knows how that goes, knows that no matter what, that’s the type of person geralt will be - a preference to only, ever, rely on himself. that, sam is used to.
he finishes his bite and watches geralt for another few moments. finding that he is, actually, fairly content with that answer. it’s another moment before sam’s eyes fall back to the stew, another bite. another few moments of chewing. ]
Thanks, by the way. [ he says, a bit suddenly. it’s mid bite, so it takes him a moment before he can swallow down the rest. ] For involving me. I’m glad I was there.