Beneath the Strawberry Moon

"No, we really don't." Sam said with a sad chuckle, though he didn't think he could ever be close enough to Evie to call her 'my Evie'. Even if they spent years together, he thought the phrase would sit uncomfortably in his mouth; perhaps though that was because he could not think of her without thinking of the hundreds of barbs and insults that had passed between them in the years, the endless contest of favouritism that she always won. Jigano's musings on being a bard were a sort of miserable beautiful, and Sam listened quietly, pressing his lips together and absentmindedly watching Mia and Isuma play. It had to be sad for Jigano, didn't it? To be so cut off? "Oh. I suppose I can understand that...is that...is that why you never told me.." Sam sighed and shook his head. "No, never mind. I shouldn't pry too much. I'm trying to improve myself." With a new resolve he looked back up to Jigano and changed the topic. "Did you have things like marriage in your world? Not that I'm suggesting you and Rory will, at least not so soon, but I am curious...sometimes there are more differences than similarities between Outlander worlds and Caido, but sometimes I find myself surprised at how alike they are." Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child