"Your prison without bars?" Sam never ventured there, not directly, but Jon did tell him about them when they talked about safety. About how they could make something around them safea. There's a level of incredulity to Sam's voice, if only because he's not exactly sure why Jon would feel satisfied there.

But that's also hardly the weirdest thing Sam has dealt with over the last few days, so he lets that go in favor of trying very very hard no to stare at the sudden appearance of another eye, another pupil, blinking at him.

He feels a bit bad when Jon mentions the few other offers, if only because that is technically what he'd come down here to do, wasn't it? And here he was, too, without any firm plans. Whether or not it bothers Jon, because of course Sam picks up on that, the guilt still settles. Sam shakes his head. "Not directly, no. He's been at the well with all the newcomers, but he hasn't said anything to the rest of us since we got back. There was a kind of...talk with a bunch of the guests, but nothing from Ambros directly." Sam pauses for a moment, thinking back on how that conversation went. The tensions between the guests.

He shakes himself out of it and looks at Jon with a furrowed brow. "Why? Are you thinking he knows about this?"