[ ah, there it is. sam isn't surprised by the snap in jaskier's tone. barely so much as reacts to it, as the other turns his attention to geralt's sagging weight. if sam wasn't mid-stitch, needle and thread already tugging together the pieces of geralt's back, he would be more of a help to push the weight away. to get geralt settled, fully, on the couch itself.
as it stands, though, sam just keeps his focus together. let's jaskier feel for the rib itself, let's jaskier heal, and he does his work as he can. after another moment, as jaskier mutters sorry and asks sam to keep talking and sam pauses in his work, glances over to the other man. ]
Hey. [ he says it to get jaskier's attention, his tone calm, somehow lighter than anything that's been said so far. there's no telling if it's sam's magic, having evolved to a point that it emits off him in the air, or just him that's bringing a stillness to the air, a calming, as he waits for jaskier to catch his eyes. ] He's okay. [ because that feels important, even if jaskier knows it already. ] And you're okay. We've got this. [ sam offers a small smile, then - reassuring, without being dismissive. there's a small amount of guilt there, too, knowing that he's part of the weight that jaskier's been carrying this whole time. but right now, they have to get through this - they have to fix geralt up and get him resting and then, probably, drag jaskier to bed as well if that exhaustion is anything to go by.
sam turns back to his work, then. he'll be done soon, he knows, so it's not hard to slip into jaskier's ask. ] Bodies are kind of crazy, though, in that way. I know you know it too, but I have no clue what the differences are between what y'all have going back home and how we've got it back home for me, but- [ and now it's his turn to fill space - easing into unnecessary conversations and stories - weird tidbits that happened to him, funny things that happened to friends, how he broke his arm falling from a tree when he was eight but didn't know it was broken until three days later because he was such a stubborn kid - light, easy things. he doesn't wait for jaskier to interject though there is of course plenty of places to, and he does what he can to distract.
it's a bit of time, later, before he's done - tying off the last of the stitching and running a washcloth over the skin and blood. the room stinks of it, of sweat and focus and so much blood - but sam swallows it all back. rubs his forehead with the back of his hand and moves to stand, his attention turning fully now to jaskier. ] I think we can let him sleep the rest of it off- unless you saw anything else?
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as it stands, though, sam just keeps his focus together. let's jaskier feel for the rib itself, let's jaskier heal, and he does his work as he can. after another moment, as jaskier mutters sorry and asks sam to keep talking and sam pauses in his work, glances over to the other man. ]
Hey. [ he says it to get jaskier's attention, his tone calm, somehow lighter than anything that's been said so far. there's no telling if it's sam's magic, having evolved to a point that it emits off him in the air, or just him that's bringing a stillness to the air, a calming, as he waits for jaskier to catch his eyes. ] He's okay. [ because that feels important, even if jaskier knows it already. ] And you're okay. We've got this. [ sam offers a small smile, then - reassuring, without being dismissive. there's a small amount of guilt there, too, knowing that he's part of the weight that jaskier's been carrying this whole time. but right now, they have to get through this - they have to fix geralt up and get him resting and then, probably, drag jaskier to bed as well if that exhaustion is anything to go by.
sam turns back to his work, then. he'll be done soon, he knows, so it's not hard to slip into jaskier's ask. ] Bodies are kind of crazy, though, in that way. I know you know it too, but I have no clue what the differences are between what y'all have going back home and how we've got it back home for me, but- [ and now it's his turn to fill space - easing into unnecessary conversations and stories - weird tidbits that happened to him, funny things that happened to friends, how he broke his arm falling from a tree when he was eight but didn't know it was broken until three days later because he was such a stubborn kid - light, easy things. he doesn't wait for jaskier to interject though there is of course plenty of places to, and he does what he can to distract.
it's a bit of time, later, before he's done - tying off the last of the stitching and running a washcloth over the skin and blood. the room stinks of it, of sweat and focus and so much blood - but sam swallows it all back. rubs his forehead with the back of his hand and moves to stand, his attention turning fully now to jaskier. ] I think we can let him sleep the rest of it off- unless you saw anything else?