Sam did not have the energy to be embarrassed about his exposed chest. All that mattered was taking off the cloth marked by the fight and putting on the soft shirt that Remi provided for him, which he took happily with a small smile. "Thank you." He considered taking off his pants, but even in his weary state he figured that was best left until he was back in his room.
"Well...w-we did kind of start the fight. The Voice told us to attack the Mathair. So...we did, and Fae came to protect it..." Sam shook his head, still struggling to believe it had happened. He wanted to tell Remi of what had happened after, the portal they had uncovered, but he saw the horror in his eyes at the news of Lucas' death. So, he had known him.
He wasn't sure what Remi was trying to say, so he just gave more information. "He was struck by the Mathair and he...well...it...it was quick, I think?" That was something people said to comfort each other, he thought. Whether it was true or not. "I was hurt badly but The Voice healed me...an axe went into my leg, here..." He pointed to the back of his calf, where a rip in his pants and stains of fluid contrasted with healthy skin beneath.
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
