long road out to recovery

At first all Sam could do to respond to Jigano's questioning was shake his head, his throat too clogged with tears for a decent response. He had to put a hand across his mouth, close his eyes and still himself before he could speak again, eyes still shining with the extra moisture. "Nothing's wrong, Jigano, it's just, you're...!" He moved forward an inch to hug the bard then remembering himself, moved back, instead holding up his hands and hovering them over Jigano's arms. "I thought...I was so sure you had died. I was here to try and..and.." A shaking, careful breath was needed to get his voice working again. "To see about taking on the guild myself, for you. But now I don't have to, do I?" He had never felt such relief; not only that his friend was well but that he had not killed him, accidentally or not. When Sam had heard of the roses he had thought the plan mere superstition, but he was ready to never doubt again if this was what it could do. 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