put yourself first for him

Amun

You'll be faced with problems of all shapes and sizes
You're going to have to make a few compromises

Amun shot Sam a look. "Why's that?" Raising an eyebrow, the potter shrugged. "Amalia moved away and I haven't seen Deimos since he gave me the guild. I think you're fine." He reached out to pat the bookmaker on the shoulder.

Humming at the other man's words, the guild master smiled. "And some of them come back. Like you." Chuckling he inclined his head at Sam. "Thanks. I hope so too." Amun glanced around at his new guild.

Pausing in his efforts to sweep, he turned to face the bookmaker. The potter rested his arms on the top of his broom. "I can't rightly say that I remember the specifics of what I said." Grinning, he winked at the other man. "But I did mean it." The guild master cocked his head to one side. "Why do you sound so surprised by that?"

For now we're happy if not overjoyed
And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid