I-- You want to stay? [ Gale keeps surprising him, and at this point it's going to rend right through Astarion's expertly constructed armor.
He's suddenly aware of the state of his tent, even with Gale's magical clean-up; he doesn't even have a proper bedroll, just a woven mat and a threadbare blanket. It's clear he's never expected to host anyone here, to invite anyone in.
Astarion gently disentangles himself from Gale's lap, but stays close, their knees touching as he folds himself into a seat. ]
You can. I wouldn't mind. [ He doesn't quite know how to have these conversations, and it probably shows; he speaks more quickly, with none of his seductive purr. ] But you should get some sleep, particularly if we're bound for the Underdark soon.
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He's suddenly aware of the state of his tent, even with Gale's magical clean-up; he doesn't even have a proper bedroll, just a woven mat and a threadbare blanket. It's clear he's never expected to host anyone here, to invite anyone in.
Astarion gently disentangles himself from Gale's lap, but stays close, their knees touching as he folds himself into a seat. ]
You can. I wouldn't mind. [ He doesn't quite know how to have these conversations, and it probably shows; he speaks more quickly, with none of his seductive purr. ] But you should get some sleep, particularly if we're bound for the Underdark soon.