As much as Frodo wanted to believe that, a small part of him could not.

Not that he could hardly blame Samwise, if he were to sit and think about it. Sam had every reason to be a little suspicious: they were living in a new land with new people, some from completely bizarre places, others were familiar faces. And some of those faces were hardly familiar at all.

Including his.

And Sam's in a way. Frodo wouldn't have been able to believe Sam came from the very insides of Mordor, if it wasn't for how poor in health he looked. It looked like the poor dear had barely been able to keep his head up, let alone try and sort out where he was and how.

...If Sam had been that tired, and that poor, and that hurt...how was himself?

That wasn't something he could focus on. They had some errands to run, and they had to see it through. "As you say, Samwise."

Another pause. "...May I ask whom, maybe?"