[ Well, too bad Astarion! Halsin and Karlach both think highly of you. ]

Her protective wrath is comparable to that of a mother bear, that's for certain. [ Although he'd much rather not see the flora here burn. Halsin clears his throat as he continues, curling a lock with his fingers. ]

I am unsure of the motivations behind this Overseer other than be some form of entertainment for someone so powerful. [ The blizzard is troubling yes, but it...could easily be worse. Neither of them will need to exercise much of their imaginations to see how.

Halsin can't help but feel a slight twinge of disappointment when he's pretty much done with the hair. Astarion's body language so far tells the druid that the other doesn't hate his touch though, so maybe he can afford to be a little bolder. He starts with a gentle press of his thumbs on the spots along the back of the shoulders where muscles usually do get tense before eventually making rolling motions to massage those spots. Provided Astarion doesn't already recoil from it, he'll lean over to ask quietly into his ear. ]

Should I keep going?