[...For all she wanted to believe him, Nepione suspected he wasn't going to tell her a thing. Which meant probably trying to track down Raphael herself. She hated that idea, too. If she went out of her way to find him, especially on Astarion's behalf, well... That simply spelt out a whole variety of implications that it seemed better to keep out of the heads of others. Although she was tempted to pressure him, even just a little more, she conceded. That he had said as much as he had was more than she had deserved. It would only anger him all over again if she did. He was a little closer to where he wanted to be, even if she hadn't been able to more properly address things on his behalf.
...Surely a little closer was better than not close at all. Or not. Astarion so much seemed like an all or nothing man.
When he made mention of Karlach, she found herself looking around, only partially correcting him when he was making mention of infernal iron. Ah. He meant the blacksmith.]
Dammon.
[She said quietly before lifting her arms above her head in an elongated stretch. Sure seemed like her work was never done. Good thing she was content to run herself ragged. Again and again and again. How long she could keep that up for, she hardly knew. But if Astarion had tolerated her as long as he was able, there was no sense in stirring him up any further.
Instead of addressing things any further, prying into him, nagging him, scolding him, or anything else, however, she simply looked at him when she heard the very quiet, almost imperceptible words that followed. And those ones seemed real. Pausing for some moments, as though she wasn't sure what to do with them, she shook her head.]
It's nothing. I'd best go. If you need anything, let us know. I'm going to make the rounds, check with Karlach and Dammon, take care of what I need to, and map out a route for us for when we leave. I should be prepared to present it tomorrow at some point. We'd best not get comfortable at Last Light.
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Date: 2023-12-14 07:54 pm (UTC)...Surely a little closer was better than not close at all. Or not. Astarion so much seemed like an all or nothing man.
When he made mention of Karlach, she found herself looking around, only partially correcting him when he was making mention of infernal iron. Ah. He meant the blacksmith.]
Dammon.
[She said quietly before lifting her arms above her head in an elongated stretch. Sure seemed like her work was never done. Good thing she was content to run herself ragged. Again and again and again. How long she could keep that up for, she hardly knew. But if Astarion had tolerated her as long as he was able, there was no sense in stirring him up any further.
Instead of addressing things any further, prying into him, nagging him, scolding him, or anything else, however, she simply looked at him when she heard the very quiet, almost imperceptible words that followed. And those ones seemed real. Pausing for some moments, as though she wasn't sure what to do with them, she shook her head.]
It's nothing. I'd best go. If you need anything, let us know. I'm going to make the rounds, check with Karlach and Dammon, take care of what I need to, and map out a route for us for when we leave. I should be prepared to present it tomorrow at some point. We'd best not get comfortable at Last Light.