A drop in the bucket

Even if Sam was angry with Jigano at the moment, he was glad for the bard's tact, how he didn't comment or ask anything more about Sam's various blood drinking adventures with Nathaniel. That was the one thing he could say about the bard he supposed; he had never felt that Jigano didn't respect him. Disagreed with him, condescended to him, yes, but never mocked him. Which was better than he could say for a lot of people. If only they could find a way around the hole the Voice had caused in their relationship. "I suppose so. ...Um...I don't know if she would, but..." A little worried, Sam nibbled at his lip as he tried to think how to put what he wanted to say. "If Wessex asks where you got the fluid you needed for this...you won't tell her, will you? I don't think she'd be happy if she knew I'd done this for you." 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