gone to hell

That she was in a good enough place to make jokes made Sam smile in return. Maybe this Outlander would adjust quicker than the others, despite her initial confusion. He'd seen some fail to adapt entirely, becoming obsessed with their old lives and ignoring anything of the world around them. When she came down with the shirt buttoned funny, open at the bottom, he couldn't help the little laugh. "That's not quite right. Would you like me to show you how to put it on? ..On myself, I mean. I won't touch you." He pinched the bottom of his own shirt to show he only meant to touch himself, not wanting her to think he was trying to do anything inappropriate. As for the books... "I'm a bookmaker. I write and copy books, and bind them." He explained, reaching behind him to take one from a pile and hold it out. It was a small green book bound in leather, with a simple press of a crown in the cover. "Like this." 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