[ there's a nod at the confirmation, whether or not it helps. sam feels like it should, that they've all been around long enough, lived through enough, that being okay at the end of whatever it is is plenty. but he also doesn't need to linger on the fact, either. geralt is moving on, more focused on something else, and sam is content enough to let the direction of the conversation change.

the question is not a surprise, exactly. a familiar, habit-driven part of sam wants to say you know the answer to that. he doesn't, because he also knows that no matter where geralt is on his journey through forgotten memories, it won't help to bring them up. so sam nods, casually. ]

For as long as you're willing to work. [ which sam also knows the answer to, that geralt has no issues with working with his hands for as long as he needs. but it is one way that sam can say of course and for as long as you need without those words having to leave him, specifically.

he gestures out to the courtyard. ] One of the rooms needs word on the roof tiles. The upstairs has a bed, but I don't think the insulation is finished. You can take your pick. [ sam glances to geralt with a casual smile, welcoming, but also kidding in a small way. joking. sam will always have room, but even in the chaos of this unfinished home, that is made even more evident by how quiet it all is. for having such a large building, numerous rooms, open spaces - it could feel lonely. quiet.

it doesn't, not with all the unfinished projects as companions. but what sam doesn't say is that even he would appreciate the companionship. ]