[Without even a chance to protest, all she could do was accept when he wrapped her right back up in his cape. She suspected that there was, as most of his actions had been, that responsibility he felt for her, though she was perfectly capable of holding her own. Even in the cold, it wasn't going to stop her. She didn't much like to be thought of as delicate and she wasn't, regardless of what her appearance said about her, but maybe it was for the best that others might have perceived her otherwise.
Taking into account what he'd asked of her, she nodded. (Less asking and more heavily-weighted... Well. It wasn't really a demand, but maybe something akin to that.) In a very quiet voice, she cast a look to the door.] Okay. I won't say more than I have to. [Which started in that moment, drawing her arms in tight against herself. She wasn't really the subtle type and that was much of the reason she'd likely never gotten herself involved with his line of work. Astarion was so much better when it came to stealth. She was far too lacking in grace to pull anything like that off.]
[Much as she wanted to help him, she refrained, remaining in place, though taking a moment to look about. The whole misadventure had really done a number on them. Astarion looked like he'd seen better days. Her hair was a mess, errant locks of dark blue hanging every which way from the way she'd pulled it up. Her face easily smudged. It certainly looked like the two of them had at least fallen into something. Astarion had the worst of it, however.
As long as she got somewhere warmer, she couldn't have said she cared much what order anything came in. But for a man like him... Well. Astarion always enjoyed the finer things in life. Drawing her gaze back onto Astarion, she patiently waited, softly glowing eyes taking him in, in the event that he wanted her to move elsewhere or otherwise do something that wasn't a part of his original request.
She was definitely more than ready to leave. But at least they weren't leaving completely empty-handed.]
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Date: 2023-12-12 08:29 pm (UTC)Taking into account what he'd asked of her, she nodded. (Less asking and more heavily-weighted... Well. It wasn't really a demand, but maybe something akin to that.) In a very quiet voice, she cast a look to the door.] Okay. I won't say more than I have to. [Which started in that moment, drawing her arms in tight against herself. She wasn't really the subtle type and that was much of the reason she'd likely never gotten herself involved with his line of work. Astarion was so much better when it came to stealth. She was far too lacking in grace to pull anything like that off.]
[Much as she wanted to help him, she refrained, remaining in place, though taking a moment to look about. The whole misadventure had really done a number on them. Astarion looked like he'd seen better days. Her hair was a mess, errant locks of dark blue hanging every which way from the way she'd pulled it up. Her face easily smudged. It certainly looked like the two of them had at least fallen into something. Astarion had the worst of it, however.
As long as she got somewhere warmer, she couldn't have said she cared much what order anything came in. But for a man like him... Well. Astarion always enjoyed the finer things in life. Drawing her gaze back onto Astarion, she patiently waited, softly glowing eyes taking him in, in the event that he wanted her to move elsewhere or otherwise do something that wasn't a part of his original request.
She was definitely more than ready to leave. But at least they weren't leaving completely empty-handed.]