Sam nods emphatically. He's been very careful and suffered no ill effects that he's noticed, but even so, he holds the bag a little further away from himself now than he had been.

"You don't have to worry none about that," he tells her. "But to answer your question, it's very kind of you to offer, but I can get along without help. Why I'm nearly done, I think; leastways this bag won't hold much more deathroot than I've already gathered. If the Inquisition needs any more than that they'll have to send me out again!"