Sam couldn't smell the flowers in the air, but the effect of walking into the infirmary was still a pleasant one; he smiled, glad to see it looking put together. Sometimes, in the midst of Longnight, it could feel like the end of civilisation. It was silly, but something as simple as a clean room felt like hope after the destruction at the end of Deepfrost.
"Hello! Oh, you weren't busy with a patient, were you?" He asked, seeing her in her coat, but she seemed happy enough to see him, coming with a hug that Sam gladly returned. It was so nice to have a friend, not one he had any real complicated history with (or a complicated romantic past with), that wasn't going to later be upset with him for being with the Voice. Maybe his Goddess had been right when she'd said he should search for companions within the family.
Glancing down at his legs as if to check he hadn't in fact grown, Sam laughed and shook his head. "I don't...think so? Is that something we can still do?" Not making the connection to his posture, he just jokingly stood on his tip toes. "Maybe it'd be nice to ask the Voice for a couple of inches, like this."
Jokes aside though, he was here for a reason; dropping back down to his normal height he lookd further into the infirmary. "Have you got a little while to talk? There's something I want to tell you about."
