S A M U E L
Isla granted him kindness after kindness, first of all suggesting a way to help him need the fluids less (something he doubted was possible, from what he knew of the Gods in control of his powers, but still appreciated) then including him in her infirmary. Sam was not used to such unabashed niceness, and was quiet for a moment while he simply smiled to himself.
"Thank you, Isla." He responded, doing his best to keep his voice even so he could sound more sincere. "I will try and make the books soon to bring to you."
He managed to continue pleasant conversation all the way back to the town, much to his surprise (and delight). He got back to his house thinking he may have made another friend, or at least a friendly acquaintance - this thought kept him warm for the rest of the evening. Especially as this friend knew his Ascended nature and did not mind; something he was paranoid about to the point of a problem.
He let the thought enter his mind that maybe more people wouldn't mind, that maybe he could make more friends as time went on. This was a daring idea for him, something new and exciting. He wrote in his journal that night: Perhaps things are beginning to look up.
I AM THE OCEAN CLAWING AT YOUR MOON
