[It chilled her right down to the core. It was only a sound and she almost felt petrified by it. Almost. To define her as having a bleeding heart was probably altogether too accurate. Against realistic judgement, she'd wanted to go very out of her way to save every single individual along their journey that she could. Despite that want, however, she also knew that such just wasn't possible. It didn't make it any easier to face, however. As a result, a good deal of silent guilt sat upon her shoulders for every life she couldn't save, though she knew very well that she wasn't living much if she continued that poor habit.
Someone like Astarion, however, she didn't think would understand that. Or much of anyone else, given that she could not simply change herself so abruptly.
She watched the way he lifted his hand to keep her in place, though found it ironic that he likely knew it just wasn't her style. She couldn't stand just huddling where she was. But for the time being, perhaps for his own peace of mind (if that was even what it was), she opted for keeping herself marginally out of harm's way. Eyes intent on the door as it opened, she couldn't see particularly well with Astarion upfront and centre. But when he stepped back, she felt her breath catch ever so lightly.
It was a bit more than she was expecting to deal with. She could handle one or two on her own, but all of them... Well, between the two of them, they'd likely be fine. She took count of what they had against them. A total of seven? So far, anyway. Shifting ever carefully, she drew up a hand and murmured as quietly as she could manage an incendo beneath her breath.
He probably wasn't going to protest if a radiant like streak of Sacred Flame immolated one or two of them. Chances were it wouldn't be nearly as difficult to deal with as opposed to using real fire. And chances were, given they were undead, she was in a unique position where she had the advantage, even whilst injured.]
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Date: 2023-12-11 03:49 pm (UTC)Someone like Astarion, however, she didn't think would understand that. Or much of anyone else, given that she could not simply change herself so abruptly.
She watched the way he lifted his hand to keep her in place, though found it ironic that he likely knew it just wasn't her style. She couldn't stand just huddling where she was. But for the time being, perhaps for his own peace of mind (if that was even what it was), she opted for keeping herself marginally out of harm's way. Eyes intent on the door as it opened, she couldn't see particularly well with Astarion upfront and centre. But when he stepped back, she felt her breath catch ever so lightly.
It was a bit more than she was expecting to deal with. She could handle one or two on her own, but all of them... Well, between the two of them, they'd likely be fine. She took count of what they had against them. A total of seven? So far, anyway. Shifting ever carefully, she drew up a hand and murmured as quietly as she could manage an incendo beneath her breath.
He probably wasn't going to protest if a radiant like streak of Sacred Flame immolated one or two of them. Chances were it wouldn't be nearly as difficult to deal with as opposed to using real fire. And chances were, given they were undead, she was in a unique position where she had the advantage, even whilst injured.]