Sam watched eagerly to see what Evie would do with the sprout she picked up, always enjoying seeing the magic of those around him: he had some impressive upgrades to be sure, but there was something special about seeing someone manipulate the elements around them with sheer will. "That must be useful for the Apothecary...maybe you could come rescue the several dead plants on the windowsills of the Atheneum." He laughed quietly, not admitting that watering them had often been his missed job.
He was happy to hear that Evie already knew Weaver, but her gentle putting down about the Voice...well, he couldn't really tell her she was wrong. Sam was used to hearing vitriol and hate about his Goddess, but this honest, considered response was something he didn't feel right arguing against. "I understand. I can't force you to do anything and I wouldn't want to either." Giving her a smile, he hoped they could leave it at that.
Evie was right enough about their mother too. "Mm...I would ask her, but I don't know if I could stand being in the old house. Or if she'd even speak to me. You know...I still think I was the ultimate disappointment, I'm afraid." With a teasing smirk, he nudged her, as if this was a title either of them would want to claim. "Amalia...suggested we all have dinner together sometime. It might be horrendously awkward, but..." Sam shrugged. "Maybe we should try?"
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
