[ Of course he has. ] Everyone's met Sam, it seems.
[ There's a subtle note of fondness under the dry remark, the only indication that Geralt is any more familiar with Sam beyond his name. He passes off what's left of the flowers he's been trimming to the children. They've apparently finished with him—a limit to how many flowers his hair can hold—and are now on the prowl for fresh victims.
He props one foot up on the footrest beneath the stool. A friend. He understands the sentiment, but there's a difference between taking a risk to protect someone and being an idiot.
The conversation might be maudlin, and Geralt's here to ensure it stays that way as he replies bluntly, ]
Can't protect much if you've tripped into a mouthful of teeth.
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[ There's a subtle note of fondness under the dry remark, the only indication that Geralt is any more familiar with Sam beyond his name. He passes off what's left of the flowers he's been trimming to the children. They've apparently finished with him—a limit to how many flowers his hair can hold—and are now on the prowl for fresh victims.
He props one foot up on the footrest beneath the stool. A friend. He understands the sentiment, but there's a difference between taking a risk to protect someone and being an idiot.
The conversation might be maudlin, and Geralt's here to ensure it stays that way as he replies bluntly, ]
Can't protect much if you've tripped into a mouthful of teeth.