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SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out "Hey..!" Sam, irritated, reached up to tap the unicorn's face, trying to get her off his hair. He'd never been a huge fan of horses anyway, but right now when he was literally being bled, had just lost his fingers? This was not the time for him to be admiring Zuriel's mane. Hearing that Safrin would actually be involved in the creation of the door protection gave him some reassurance. Not that he didn't trust Deimos' skills (after all, the man had just made him a magical prosthetic from nothing), but he had given something very precious here: he wanted to be sure it would only need to be a one-time gift. If there was one thing Sam had not expected, it was hearing Deimos ask if he'd like to hear a tale, much like a father asking if a child wanted a bed time story. Still though, looking between his gushing wrist and the grumpy unicorn, he found some distraction would be very welcome indeed. "...Yes, please. Go ahead." take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.