Sam took the bag without hesitation, and as readily limped over to the bin; though her bad leg was uncooperative after such a long time spent just sitting, the opportunity to move a bit more now that her long drive was done was welcomed.
And, anyway, Joyce could probably use the few moments (as well as the few more moments Sam's speed bought her) to sort herself out.
“Well... worn out and sore. Worn out more than anything. Maybe a little scattered, too. He said there's a lot he can't really remember.” The skin-witch made a point of being back by Joyce's side before she continued, settling a reassuring arm across the smaller woman's shoulders. “I didn't get it cleared up, but I healed the spot on his stomach. He didn't tell me too much---inside or in the letter---but you can give me the quick version now... or later. I can wait, if you want to talk it over later tonight; now that I've seen him and seen you and know you're.... maybe not okay, but maybe managing, I can wait, if you want. I want to know, but I'm here for you guys, y'know? So you can tell me what happened, or how I can help, and I'll take what you tell me.”
Sam paused then, stepping closer, sideways, to bump the side of her head carefully and lightly against Joyce's. “Also tell me I can claim your couch tonight because I am some next-level knackered. Please?”
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Date: 2019-10-21 03:40 am (UTC)And, anyway, Joyce could probably use the few moments (as well as the few more moments Sam's speed bought her) to sort herself out.
“Well... worn out and sore. Worn out more than anything. Maybe a little scattered, too. He said there's a lot he can't really remember.” The skin-witch made a point of being back by Joyce's side before she continued, settling a reassuring arm across the smaller woman's shoulders. “I didn't get it cleared up, but I healed the spot on his stomach. He didn't tell me too much---inside or in the letter---but you can give me the quick version now... or later. I can wait, if you want to talk it over later tonight; now that I've seen him and seen you and know you're.... maybe not okay, but maybe managing, I can wait, if you want. I want to know, but I'm here for you guys, y'know? So you can tell me what happened, or how I can help, and I'll take what you tell me.”
Sam paused then, stepping closer, sideways, to bump the side of her head carefully and lightly against Joyce's. “Also tell me I can claim your couch tonight because I am some next-level knackered. Please?”