[ sam nods, glancing out to the door over his shoulder before allowing himself to exhale, stress and tension leaving him with the breath. it's been a long few days, he will admit that easily, but it's finally letting up. ]

I think he was trying to make it out the door. He didn't get far.

[ the potion was another conversation entirely. sam would tell jaskier all about it, if he asked, but it's not that interesting a story. the tunnels, the worm, the stolen crystal. how sam has had this potion tucked away for months, trying to find a moment to use it. this was the right use for it, he knows that; he just never thought it would be with everything else, around it.

when jaskier lifts his head, though, sam's attention comes back to him. ] You read about it here? [ so it's something, at least. something they knew could happen, and wasn't just entirely a risk. except then jaskier says gave his life and sam pauses, just for a moment. because something about the words, about the puzzle pieces of what they could all mean, suddenly feels a lot more dangerous than sam had realized.

but it only lasts for a moment, because then jaskier is smiling, winking, saying things like warm hands and charming smiles. so of course sam finds himself smiling in return, laughing - once - at the idea of all of the danger and magic and fear and pain has a last time. even after just recently brought back from the brink of death, and already jaskier is lightening the mood. lightening sam's mood. ]

Have you thought about not finding yourself in mortal peril?