"I'm your favourite?" It's what she chooses to focus on and what brings a bright smile to her lips. Is she preening? Is she standing proudly?
Yes. It's mostly the validation - yes, she knows, she's a mess for this.
"I know you are," she declares, all confidence in him. "I've seen you be good so far."
What people say, words are just armor. Astarion uses his to keep himself aloof and alone, but she's noticed him caring before. Much like Lae'Zel, like Shadowheart, there's hidden depths there - what moves them is anyone's guess. Knowing what she does now about the scar on his back (and it fills her with outrage, and pure hot rage to remember it every time) she can imagine what exactly makes Astarion use his words as armor.
"Alright, I feel a little better - let's make it to camp," she murmurs, breaking eye contact before he has a chance to retreat into innuendo and meaningless flirtation.
She lost concentration on the light cantrip that was illuminating the quarterstaff, and while it won't bring any shades to her now that they're inside the circle of protection, she's still very much a human and it's bloody dark. So she lights it again, and starts walking.
They always camp just next to the Inn, on a spot of land by the water that isn't being used, buffeted by the blessing of Selune.
Tonight, she's glad they're so close to the Inn, and to everyone else, because her whole body is screaming at her to rest.
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Yes. It's mostly the validation - yes, she knows, she's a mess for this.
"I know you are," she declares, all confidence in him. "I've seen you be good so far."
What people say, words are just armor. Astarion uses his to keep himself aloof and alone, but she's noticed him caring before. Much like Lae'Zel, like Shadowheart, there's hidden depths there - what moves them is anyone's guess. Knowing what she does now about the scar on his back (and it fills her with outrage, and pure hot rage to remember it every time) she can imagine what exactly makes Astarion use his words as armor.
"Alright, I feel a little better - let's make it to camp," she murmurs, breaking eye contact before he has a chance to retreat into innuendo and meaningless flirtation.
She lost concentration on the light cantrip that was illuminating the quarterstaff, and while it won't bring any shades to her now that they're inside the circle of protection, she's still very much a human and it's bloody dark. So she lights it again, and starts walking.
They always camp just next to the Inn, on a spot of land by the water that isn't being used, buffeted by the blessing of Selune.
Tonight, she's glad they're so close to the Inn, and to everyone else, because her whole body is screaming at her to rest.