"A century? Wow." He said with a little quiet smile, glad that his presence was appreciated. Sam gave Amalia a little nod as she came in, then a brighter greeting to Isla with a smile; to actually have people he recognised and could consider friends still felt odd, but he was beginning to get used to it. Amalia seemed...anxious of him. He supposed he couldn't blame her; he was often anxious of himself.
Sam followed at the back of the group, as normal, trying to swallow down the fear in his throat at the sight of the dark descending stairs. His fear was replaced with amazement as he saw the hall they entered, the idea that he was a part of something wonderful entering his thoughts.
"I-it's beautiful. I think it's perfect." He said, craning his neck up to look at the chandelier. He wondered if Jigano would let him come here sometimes just to read and sit.
He was told to pick a door. Sam looked over all four of them, then went to the second. The amount of rot on the first door made him anxious he might find a skeleton in there, and the next two doors seemed like they'd take more strength than he had. He set to rattling at the handle, trying to push with his other hand to get it open.
Sam followed at the back of the group, as normal, trying to swallow down the fear in his throat at the sight of the dark descending stairs. His fear was replaced with amazement as he saw the hall they entered, the idea that he was a part of something wonderful entering his thoughts.
"I-it's beautiful. I think it's perfect." He said, craning his neck up to look at the chandelier. He wondered if Jigano would let him come here sometimes just to read and sit.
He was told to pick a door. Sam looked over all four of them, then went to the second. The amount of rot on the first door made him anxious he might find a skeleton in there, and the next two doors seemed like they'd take more strength than he had. He set to rattling at the handle, trying to push with his other hand to get it open.
