Tale as Old as Time

"At least I can keep track of the ones I have at the moment...I should actually be able to finish a few next week. Finally clear off some space." Soon to be replaced he was sure, but it was still progress and more books on the shelves. The suggestion of taking Amalia with them made Sam clench his jaw for a moment but he nodded, letting the tension go. He'd been wanting to spend quality time with her after all, hadn't he? "I didn't know Deimos was much of a craftsman." He commented, wondering if the sleds would come with a danger of splinters. Isuma hopped up with Jigano and Sam smiled at the sight, watching her settle down before he responded to Jigano. "I...suppose. I keep telling her we should try and talk as people, as just me and her; not talk about the Gods...she doesn't seem to want to. I mean, she did, with me, but I feel like she's having a harder time putting it aside than me." He shrugged, turning to look out of the window with a frown. "I don't know if it's ever going to feel like family. Even my old family have never been what they're meant to be for me." 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