[ Astarion feels a little tender, uncertain, discomforted by the notion of what he had left behind and what is waiting for him when he ends up back there. If their supposed 'wish' comes true, then he'll have the power to defeat Cazador. If he doesn't... Then he'll have to steal it and take it for himself, claim the ritual and let himself grow stronger.
The discomfort of it makes his skin prickle, irritated and feeling it burn under his skin, but he doesn't relent. It's nice, to be touched in a kinder, more tender way - the sort of thing he's been bereft of for too long. He sighs softly, leaning into the touch and trying not to close his eyes like a content house pet.
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The discomfort of it makes his skin prickle, irritated and feeling it burn under his skin, but he doesn't relent. It's nice, to be touched in a kinder, more tender way - the sort of thing he's been bereft of for too long. He sighs softly, leaning into the touch and trying not to close his eyes like a content house pet.
It's difficult. ]
Karlach and I had a treehouse before she left.
[ He waves a hand. ]
I still use it, despite her disappearance.