Tiger by the Tail

Sam struggled to get coherent thoughts to stick in his mind as they flew with Remi, but he was aware enough to feel a great, hot shame. What had he been thinking? That the monsters would just immediately warm to him and explain themselves? They had hardly shown themselves to be friendly beforehand - it had only been his desperation, his need for the monsters to be redeemable that had changed the memories in his mind. He'd been an idiot, and now Rexanna and Remi were bleeding for it. Bastien hadn't even shown up; he realised with another moment of pain that he didn't know if he was alive. He had to be, right? If Rexanna had arrived and didn't appear to be in great sorrow? But he could hardly check, with the woman leaking fluid from way too many places before him. Eventually, after it seemed like he'd had an eternity to sit with his thoughts, they were on the ground, Remi shifting back to his normal self; Sam wrapped his arms as softly as he could around Rexanna and tried to lower them both to the ground gently. He wasn't too successful, the loss of his balance the immediate pain when he tried to do anything with his hand making it a jerky landing, but it was at least better than simply dropping. He stared down at the snow and listened to voices around him. Jigano's voice both brought him comfort (there he was, taking control of the situation like usual) and further guilt. He was already in the man's bad books and he was sure this couldn't help. He hissed with pain as his hand was touched and didn't look at the Guildmaster, instead continued to look at the ground. "...Yes. With help." Sam would be wobbly, but he could get up if supported, enough to walk into the doors. 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