Oh, well... [ Sam trails off, gazing down at his hand with its glowing green shard. He'd like to tell Frodo that there's nothing to worry about at all, that they're quite safe here, but the truth is that he's had an upsetting experience or two of his own in Thedas, and he's not always terribly fond of it himself.

His eyes widen, and he leans in close, whispering. ]

You have it with you, then?

[ A hundred questions, and he hardly knows which one to start with! One thing he does know, though; and he shakes his head in what he hopes is a reassuring manner. ]

It's not your fault, Mr. Frodo; that you didn't notice I mean. That's just the way things work here I think: well, I don't rightly know how things do work, I suppose, only that it's...well, it's strange. I...

[ He gives up, and shakes his head again, overcome. ]

A few days, though! [ His expression screws up in indignation. ] Here that long! And no one said a word to me.