[Hide. He wanted her to hide? Her, of all people. Although she understood that if she couldn't provide her best, whatever the reason might have been for such a thing, then all she was, was a vulnerability. Astarion didn't much care for those kinds of things and she wasn't exactly proud to be one at the current moment. Pursing her mouth to keep herself from arguing with him, she decided that he had the right of it. In this, she wouldn't be immediately practical. She could swallow a little of that misplaced pride of hers to give them a little longer to survive.
Instead, Nepione loosed a quiet sigh and when he indicated the pile of debris, she gave him just a moment's look. One that said she didn't approve, but she wasn't going to protest against it either. At least, not in the precise moment.]
Don't do anything reckless.
[Which seemed like a stupid thing to say because he often did things that were reckless, probably for what she imagined he wanted to refer to as the 'thrill' of the situation. With as much care as she could muster, she carefully used the pile of debris, fitting herself just so that she could take some kind of safe refuge there. Oh, to be a wizard who could have simply conjured things to take her place, or even powers of necromancy (though that seemed in bad taste, considering current company).
From where she posited herself, she could see well enough, feel the little flutter of anxiety at the small of her back, which made it fairly easy to ignore whatever was going on with her after their fall. Everything else could wait until later. She thought about the other things she had at her disposal. Radiant magic, she supposed, simply little spells that were quite possibly effective on anything that might have been down here. Things lurking in the dark always seemed to have a dislike for it.
Something was better than nothing. She couldn't go running a race, but she could still tap into what she had to begin with.]
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Date: 2023-12-11 02:55 pm (UTC)[Hide. He wanted her to hide? Her, of all people. Although she understood that if she couldn't provide her best, whatever the reason might have been for such a thing, then all she was, was a vulnerability. Astarion didn't much care for those kinds of things and she wasn't exactly proud to be one at the current moment. Pursing her mouth to keep herself from arguing with him, she decided that he had the right of it. In this, she wouldn't be immediately practical. She could swallow a little of that misplaced pride of hers to give them a little longer to survive.
Instead, Nepione loosed a quiet sigh and when he indicated the pile of debris, she gave him just a moment's look. One that said she didn't approve, but she wasn't going to protest against it either. At least, not in the precise moment.]
Don't do anything reckless.
[Which seemed like a stupid thing to say because he often did things that were reckless, probably for what she imagined he wanted to refer to as the 'thrill' of the situation. With as much care as she could muster, she carefully used the pile of debris, fitting herself just so that she could take some kind of safe refuge there. Oh, to be a wizard who could have simply conjured things to take her place, or even powers of necromancy (though that seemed in bad taste, considering current company).
From where she posited herself, she could see well enough, feel the little flutter of anxiety at the small of her back, which made it fairly easy to ignore whatever was going on with her after their fall. Everything else could wait until later. She thought about the other things she had at her disposal. Radiant magic, she supposed, simply little spells that were quite possibly effective on anything that might have been down here. Things lurking in the dark always seemed to have a dislike for it.
Something was better than nothing. She couldn't go running a race, but she could still tap into what she had to begin with.]