An Apple a Day

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out Amalia knew where they might find some trees thankfully so Sam gestured for her to lead the way, ready to follow on behind. He was quiet as well as thoughts of Rory and Maea came to mind: not that Rory was dead, but it had been so long since Sam had seen him he may as well have been. Maea...well. He hadn't really been sure how to feel about the young woman's death. He'd thought they were friends of a sort, Sam having taught her how to make books and her teaching him to make baskets...yet apparently notes had gone out after her death and he had not received one. Maybe they had not been as close as he'd thought. "I'm...alright, yes. I heal quickly." Sam was still a little wobbly on that leg, but nowhere near as bad as he'd been had he not been Ascended. "That quest...didn't go quite right, did it?" He looked over to her with a raised eyebrow, wondering if she'd admit her hope for peace with the gourds had proven to be a foolish one. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.