[SEASONAL EVENT] When you try your best but you don't succeed

Samuel Tell me little dear if you've only lived here, have you ever really lived at all? Sam had meant civil in a more general future sense, had said it more to cover any potential anger Remi had towards him; still he did not correct him, far too awkward to point out the mistake. He just smiled, nodded, drank the last of the water and shakily tried to sit up (there was no pain, but his body felt drained as if he'd been running for days). "Still you saw me in the street and took me in. I...don't think everyone would." He hugged himself, chewed at his lip as he considered the large hall, so empty with just them and Isla in there, Aoife in the corner. "Is it just...you and the baby, and Isla here? You know, if you wanted some more company, or I could make you some simple meals, bring you some tea..." Last time he had offered help it had been denied, but now that the air between them had been cleared Sam hoped Remi might take him up on something, so that he could feel useful in the face of the awful situation Remi was now in. "Anything I can help with...because I would like to give back to you, even if I do not owe you. It sounds...like I have hurt you before."