There's Astarion - she found him. Or maybe he found her - probably sniffed her out. She can hardly hide the fact that she's bleeding right now from a vampire, although she's not yet on death's door.
Just on the door of whatever state makes her murmur a very ill-timed quip: "Of course, it's always an effort around you, dear."
The banter is always nice, but it rarely leaves her light-headed. And, as much as she's found herself lingering for conversations with him by the campfire, or barely concealing her smiles when he's dryly funny, or actually looking at him with the thoughts of maybe swimming in her head, she's not actually swooned around Astarion since that time he drank her blood and left her needing Lesser Restoration.
She wasted all her spell energy today. If she manages a fire bolt it'll be a miracle. At least she can manage a light cantrip on her quarterstaff.
"I think - those needles were doing more damage than I thought they would," she admits morosely, following him at her own page. "You were near those creatures - are you alright?"
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Just on the door of whatever state makes her murmur a very ill-timed quip: "Of course, it's always an effort around you, dear."
The banter is always nice, but it rarely leaves her light-headed. And, as much as she's found herself lingering for conversations with him by the campfire, or barely concealing her smiles when he's dryly funny, or actually looking at him with the thoughts of maybe swimming in her head, she's not actually swooned around Astarion since that time he drank her blood and left her needing Lesser Restoration.
She wasted all her spell energy today. If she manages a fire bolt it'll be a miracle. At least she can manage a light cantrip on her quarterstaff.
"I think - those needles were doing more damage than I thought they would," she admits morosely, following him at her own page. "You were near those creatures - are you alright?"