[ sam is just nearly at the edge of his seat while he waits to see how ciri will react - he'd told her all he really could about what happened, at least to the extent that he understood it, but logic and reality hold very little power over panic and stress. even less over guilt, which is what sam is here to try and figure out.
there's a kind of break of tension when she downs half her ale, and sam feels his own shoulders relax marginally. and when she does finally answer, appreciative, sam nods once. ]
I'm never going to try and lie or hide anything from you, at least not intentionally. [ again, the honesty in his words is apparent. open. he's not here to hide or lie, especially not with how stressed ciri is about the whole thing. especially not where it concerns what they man to each other.
he continues to watch her, though, his own curiosity peaking - the look she'd had in his doorway, the panic she'd had on the horse with jaskier strewn across her lap, the fact she looks...completely unharmed in any fashion. more than that, she looks better. more than better. ]
Improved, but still weak. His body's been through a lot in the last couple of days, I imagine he's going to need a few more days just to sleep. But he looks good- much better. [ sam snorts once, cradling his own mug. ] He was making jokes too, and I got him to drink some broth too, so he can hold down food, but- [ sam cuts himself off, realizing he's going a bit too far into the whole medical diagnosis of it, and shakes his head. ] He asked about Geralt and you and then told me that you two make a habit of getting into mortal peril and that I should probably watch my back now that I'm mixed up with y'all. [ truly, jaskier had told him that he probably regretted getting mixed up in all of this, but sam doesn't agree with that in the least, so he just leaves that small phrase out. instead, he simply shrugs, takes another drink of his mug. ] He was awake when I left, and Red's watching him, so if anything changes he can come find me.
[ and then, in the few moments following, sam's lighter expression drops a bit - his eyes back on ciri, on the way she's rubbing at her face. he has to know, he knows that, but he juggles with the best way to ask.
its another couple of seconds before sam exhales. ]
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there's a kind of break of tension when she downs half her ale, and sam feels his own shoulders relax marginally. and when she does finally answer, appreciative, sam nods once. ]
I'm never going to try and lie or hide anything from you, at least not intentionally. [ again, the honesty in his words is apparent. open. he's not here to hide or lie, especially not with how stressed ciri is about the whole thing. especially not where it concerns what they man to each other.
he continues to watch her, though, his own curiosity peaking - the look she'd had in his doorway, the panic she'd had on the horse with jaskier strewn across her lap, the fact she looks...completely unharmed in any fashion. more than that, she looks better. more than better. ]
Improved, but still weak. His body's been through a lot in the last couple of days, I imagine he's going to need a few more days just to sleep. But he looks good- much better. [ sam snorts once, cradling his own mug. ] He was making jokes too, and I got him to drink some broth too, so he can hold down food, but- [ sam cuts himself off, realizing he's going a bit too far into the whole medical diagnosis of it, and shakes his head. ] He asked about Geralt and you and then told me that you two make a habit of getting into mortal peril and that I should probably watch my back now that I'm mixed up with y'all. [ truly, jaskier had told him that he probably regretted getting mixed up in all of this, but sam doesn't agree with that in the least, so he just leaves that small phrase out. instead, he simply shrugs, takes another drink of his mug. ] He was awake when I left, and Red's watching him, so if anything changes he can come find me.
[ and then, in the few moments following, sam's lighter expression drops a bit - his eyes back on ciri, on the way she's rubbing at her face. he has to know, he knows that, but he juggles with the best way to ask.
its another couple of seconds before sam exhales. ]
Ciri- can I ask you something?