You realise that the person who was talking about those was simply saying that you looked nice when you laughed. That's not a bad thing either. Does it really only count when someone says things that you only want to hear? I think you must know yourself so well that you don't need to have anyone else tell you what they think of your appearance.
[She shook her head at him, thinking it would have been more helpful for others to tell him if something he wore looked ridiculous on him. As someone who didn't much care about what she wore or what her appearance was, she was as equally terrible at that. She might have considered driving that point home, but somehow, she suspected that Astarion probably understood, whether he wanted to or not.
Nepione also suspected that she probably could have said all of that in a considerably nicer way. It was something that would warrant later reflection. Much like their entire night, actually.
She stood just a little more straight as she listened in the distance. Her ears couldn't compare at all to present company's, but hers weren't useless either. Better than a human's, at the very least. So caught up she was in the idea that they really had caused concern with their absence that she completely let his 'charming' comment slide right by her.
What he probably had meant was flirting with her.]
It felt like we were in there for a while. I'm not surprised. I feel guilty for making them worry. Do I think they're going to buy that we were just tracking down your dinner? Probably not. Speaking of whichβ [Turning her attention back onto Astarion.] βI know you said it wasn't my concern how far away from camp your dinners were taking you, but we'll be hitting the Shadow-Curse soon. You can't be doing this sort of thing out there. We don't even know really what to expect. So...
[Drawing in a deep breath, she couldn't actually believe she was going to be addressing this, butβ]
When you can't find something near us to sate you, I... suppose I don't mind letting you. [A pause. A slightly uncomfortable one.] You know.
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[She shook her head at him, thinking it would have been more helpful for others to tell him if something he wore looked ridiculous on him. As someone who didn't much care about what she wore or what her appearance was, she was as equally terrible at that. She might have considered driving that point home, but somehow, she suspected that Astarion probably understood, whether he wanted to or not.
Nepione also suspected that she probably could have said all of that in a considerably nicer way. It was something that would warrant later reflection. Much like their entire night, actually.
She stood just a little more straight as she listened in the distance. Her ears couldn't compare at all to present company's, but hers weren't useless either. Better than a human's, at the very least. So caught up she was in the idea that they really had caused concern with their absence that she completely let his 'charming' comment slide right by her.
What he probably had meant was flirting with her.]
It felt like we were in there for a while. I'm not surprised. I feel guilty for making them worry. Do I think they're going to buy that we were just tracking down your dinner? Probably not. Speaking of whichβ [Turning her attention back onto Astarion.] βI know you said it wasn't my concern how far away from camp your dinners were taking you, but we'll be hitting the Shadow-Curse soon. You can't be doing this sort of thing out there. We don't even know really what to expect. So...
[Drawing in a deep breath, she couldn't actually believe she was going to be addressing this, butβ]
When you can't find something near us to sate you, I... suppose I don't mind letting you. [A pause. A slightly uncomfortable one.] You know.