[ honestly, that is something sam is almost more worried about. that before he even made it to the desert - especially knowing he'd stopped by with julie, and after seeing whatever was left of those stitches - that geralt was much worse. that geralt had been so thoroughly taken down and apart, split open and sewn back. but there's no real point in pushing the matter now, not when geralt very much knows what he's gotten into. what he drug himself out of.
he wants to know, god he wants to know, but sam has officially accepted that information isn't happening tonight. not with how exhausted geralt looks, let alone must feel.
geralt moves, and sam immediately decides he's done with whatever he's doing, turning his attention to the witcher. because even as he moves slowly, carefully, sam's eyes are watching for signs of further pain, of unplanned or surprising pain. sam should have known mention of ciri would get geralt up, and maybe he should have rethought this. but then geralt is asking about her, and sam can almost feel the urge coming off of him - to see her, to find her. ]
Tired. [ sam gives geralt a look that says he knows how tired geralt is, too. ] I'm pretty sure I heard her say something about how she could kill you herself... [ there's a small smile, here, before he gives a shrug. the truth, but offered up to ease the tension in the room, the air. sam knows it's not exactly a laughing matter, any of this, but he tries all the same, crossing his arms over his chest. ] But she's okay- tough, surprising no one. She'll be better once she can come see you for herself. [ she hadn't wanted to leave, and sam almost feels bad for convincing her to - but they all needed rest, and once the relief of being able to see him for herself had set in, sam could see the sam hard lines of exhaustion in ciri as he's seeing in geralt, now. ] Which also means you don't get to do anything stupid until she gets back. After that, she's on her own.
[ there had been some intent to put a little bit of a sharp tone to those words, to try and make it sound even marginally like sam was tired of taking care of them, but it doesn't even get close. doesn't even have a hint of that fake put-out tone he might have tried for. instead, it all just ends up sounding a little soft, a little tired, before he gives a bit of a sigh and steps forward, offering a hand to help geralt to his feet. ]
Come on- either you're getting a bath or you're getting back into the bed. Your choice.
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he wants to know, god he wants to know, but sam has officially accepted that information isn't happening tonight. not with how exhausted geralt looks, let alone must feel.
geralt moves, and sam immediately decides he's done with whatever he's doing, turning his attention to the witcher. because even as he moves slowly, carefully, sam's eyes are watching for signs of further pain, of unplanned or surprising pain. sam should have known mention of ciri would get geralt up, and maybe he should have rethought this. but then geralt is asking about her, and sam can almost feel the urge coming off of him - to see her, to find her. ]
Tired. [ sam gives geralt a look that says he knows how tired geralt is, too. ] I'm pretty sure I heard her say something about how she could kill you herself... [ there's a small smile, here, before he gives a shrug. the truth, but offered up to ease the tension in the room, the air. sam knows it's not exactly a laughing matter, any of this, but he tries all the same, crossing his arms over his chest. ] But she's okay- tough, surprising no one. She'll be better once she can come see you for herself. [ she hadn't wanted to leave, and sam almost feels bad for convincing her to - but they all needed rest, and once the relief of being able to see him for herself had set in, sam could see the sam hard lines of exhaustion in ciri as he's seeing in geralt, now. ] Which also means you don't get to do anything stupid until she gets back. After that, she's on her own.
[ there had been some intent to put a little bit of a sharp tone to those words, to try and make it sound even marginally like sam was tired of taking care of them, but it doesn't even get close. doesn't even have a hint of that fake put-out tone he might have tried for. instead, it all just ends up sounding a little soft, a little tired, before he gives a bit of a sigh and steps forward, offering a hand to help geralt to his feet. ]
Come on- either you're getting a bath or you're getting back into the bed. Your choice.