Sam huffs in good nature. "You're worried about me walking off a cliff, but you give me an obstacle course made of sleeping mages." It's said quietly and in good fun. Oh Maker, he actually does hope he doesn't end up tripping and waking the whole lot of them up.

One last look before he ventures into the room. "Goodnight, Lady LaBlanc." A step inside then he stops, looks back to the woman. "And thank you." He smiles tiredly then and navigates his way to the way of the room.

For a while he just looks down at whom he suspects is Roul, before gently nudging him. Sure enough he moves back into his space, and Sam settles himself into the bedroll.

It's quiet save for the breathing and snores of other people. He doesn't even realize when he falls asleep.