She thinks he might do it again, even if she's determined to not repeat this again. He can't have done this for selfish reasons, there was too much care...
And apparently two steps. "I hope the second step is getting pissed," she mutters under her breath, and uses the same cantrip to dry her back off so it doesn't stick to fabric.
Since he's leaving, she gets to take her time to inhale through the knot in her throat, and let out a shaky breath. She lets her shirt fall to the floor, and opens up her chest to fish out a simple robe, the kind people wear about the home. She hasn't worn this one since she was still studying in the tower, but it's easier to wear without needing stays or a breast band.
There's a reason she doesn't wear this - it's sleeveless. It leaves the scar in her own full view. It's funny how this scar used to bother her so much, but in hindsight now feels like a small thing in comparison to what Astarion has on his back.
She's standing in the middle of her tent by the time he returns, frozen in the process of trying the belt of the robe on, and the first thing out of her mouth as soon as he rejoins her is a soft little "Thank you." More genuine than the grumpiness of earlier. More open, and a little surprised. She's usually the one sorting out other people's well being, so this was...unusual.
They might be friends now. She's going to go to hell and back if that's what Raphael demands of them for Astarion's request. If that's not friendship, what is it?
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And apparently two steps. "I hope the second step is getting pissed," she mutters under her breath, and uses the same cantrip to dry her back off so it doesn't stick to fabric.
Since he's leaving, she gets to take her time to inhale through the knot in her throat, and let out a shaky breath. She lets her shirt fall to the floor, and opens up her chest to fish out a simple robe, the kind people wear about the home. She hasn't worn this one since she was still studying in the tower, but it's easier to wear without needing stays or a breast band.
There's a reason she doesn't wear this - it's sleeveless. It leaves the scar in her own full view. It's funny how this scar used to bother her so much, but in hindsight now feels like a small thing in comparison to what Astarion has on his back.
She's standing in the middle of her tent by the time he returns, frozen in the process of trying the belt of the robe on, and the first thing out of her mouth as soon as he rejoins her is a soft little "Thank you." More genuine than the grumpiness of earlier. More open, and a little surprised. She's usually the one sorting out other people's well being, so this was...unusual.
They might be friends now. She's going to go to hell and back if that's what Raphael demands of them for Astarion's request. If that's not friendship, what is it?