One of her eyebrows quirks up and she gives him a pointed look. Something dangerous, perhaps?
"Present company not included?" She waves a prestidigitation cantrip over herself to remove the blood before it cakes and make life without a hot bath impossible, and out of the generosity of her pure heart she waves it over him as well. She did leave a stain, and she knows Astarion is peculiar about keeping his clothes pristine.
"Anyway, yes, camp. Please and thank you..." She assumes Shadowheart will be doing the looking over her wounds, perhaps even Halsin. It's not like she has any juice left in her to do any curing herself. Maybe she can be particularly nice and the druid will show her how to brew better healing potions.
She needs to make sure they can all survive this. Not just this godsforsaken place, but also whatever Raphael has cooked for them, whatever happens in Baldur's Gate, whatever the Absolute is. It's pretty clear that this is no longer about finding her way back home and tadpole free now, it's about whatever cult is trying to do away with innocent lives.
It would be best to keep walking now, but - she lingers. She is struck speechless for a moment, because Astarion illuminated by a subtle cantrip is something to behold. The protection ward that Isobel has around the inn and its surroundings emanates a soft blueish glow that catches all the handsome angles of his face and - ah, she's staring.
"Thank you," she manages out, patiently. "For waiting for me." She bites her bottom lip for a moment, hesitant, and then adds: "For staying."
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"Present company not included?" She waves a prestidigitation cantrip over herself to remove the blood before it cakes and make life without a hot bath impossible, and out of the generosity of her pure heart she waves it over him as well. She did leave a stain, and she knows Astarion is peculiar about keeping his clothes pristine.
"Anyway, yes, camp. Please and thank you..." She assumes Shadowheart will be doing the looking over her wounds, perhaps even Halsin. It's not like she has any juice left in her to do any curing herself. Maybe she can be particularly nice and the druid will show her how to brew better healing potions.
She needs to make sure they can all survive this. Not just this godsforsaken place, but also whatever Raphael has cooked for them, whatever happens in Baldur's Gate, whatever the Absolute is. It's pretty clear that this is no longer about finding her way back home and tadpole free now, it's about whatever cult is trying to do away with innocent lives.
It would be best to keep walking now, but - she lingers. She is struck speechless for a moment, because Astarion illuminated by a subtle cantrip is something to behold. The protection ward that Isobel has around the inn and its surroundings emanates a soft blueish glow that catches all the handsome angles of his face and - ah, she's staring.
"Thank you," she manages out, patiently. "For waiting for me." She bites her bottom lip for a moment, hesitant, and then adds: "For staying."