[ The faintest smile crosses his face in return. The first since he rushed through that door, probably. He's not relaxed quite yet, but he's—better. Somehow Sam being here, it eases a weight he'd not entirely realized he was carrying. He can count on him, on the chance anything more goes wrong tonight.
Ideally not. They both need the rest. Sam looks worn to the bone. Geralt feels it, too. Like if he laid down, he'd fall the fuck asleep again in a second. He does catch that look, though. It makes him cock his head. He'd cast without thinking, an action he's done a thousand times, but now that Sam's reacted, Geralt lights another candle, more deliberately. Because he can. And because he thinks Sam may be curious. ]
Rumour has it we eat our meat raw. [ He says it like it's a joke, too; an offhand remark. The kind he might've made often.
He puts away what's left of the bread and follows Sam around the table to the couch. Geralt sits down on one end—not falling so heavily onto the cushions as before, but still...sinking a bit. It's calm now. Near silent. The hour's late enough even the streets and taverns are largely cleared out as folk return to their beds. Shit, he just. Wants to make it through to morning. If he can have a quiet night, that's all he'll ask for. ]
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Ideally not. They both need the rest. Sam looks worn to the bone. Geralt feels it, too. Like if he laid down, he'd fall the fuck asleep again in a second. He does catch that look, though. It makes him cock his head. He'd cast without thinking, an action he's done a thousand times, but now that Sam's reacted, Geralt lights another candle, more deliberately. Because he can. And because he thinks Sam may be curious. ]
Rumour has it we eat our meat raw. [ He says it like it's a joke, too; an offhand remark. The kind he might've made often.
He puts away what's left of the bread and follows Sam around the table to the couch. Geralt sits down on one end—not falling so heavily onto the cushions as before, but still...sinking a bit. It's calm now. Near silent. The hour's late enough even the streets and taverns are largely cleared out as folk return to their beds. Shit, he just. Wants to make it through to morning. If he can have a quiet night, that's all he'll ask for. ]