I think Halsin's interest in whittling has nothing to do with supposedly making a stake to impale you with. [Lifting a hand, she wore a pleased little smile as she traced claws over her chin.] Actually, he likes ducks. Did you know that? It's kind of cute. I just can't see someone who likes ducks wanting to hurt you or anyone else at camp.
[But it sounded like Astarion had already made his stance clear and she was likely not going to be the one to change his mind. It was better to simply let it go. If Astarion wanted to be cautious then he had every right and reason to do so. Paranoia wasn't great, but given who he was, what he was, she couldn't completely fault him for the experience.
But the way he had to talk about itβ
Nepione shook her head, watching just the expressions exchanged between Gale and her immediate companion.]
You know, if you say it like that, the entire camp is going to think there's a plethora of secrets going on. Let's go to your tent if it's so important. It gets strange if people start visiting me at mine.
[And frankly, she liked her space, preferred it not touched by the others.]
But this really has to stop. The more time I spend in tents, the more it looks like I'm... [She offered up a shrug, trying to be as casually as she could.] Getting into things I shouldn't be getting into.
[Never mind that she'd made plans with Halsin for later, though neither of them specified where they were meeting. He was a druid. They could have gone for a nighttime stroll just outside of camp. Except probably not, all things considered.
Lifting a hand, she beckoned for Astarion to follow after her, reaching over to take the robes he'd procured from her to examine them a little more closely as her steps carried her over to where he had no shortage of pillows and other fine things. One could never say Astarion didn't seem well acquainted with comfort.]
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[But it sounded like Astarion had already made his stance clear and she was likely not going to be the one to change his mind. It was better to simply let it go. If Astarion wanted to be cautious then he had every right and reason to do so. Paranoia wasn't great, but given who he was, what he was, she couldn't completely fault him for the experience.
But the way he had to talk about itβ
Nepione shook her head, watching just the expressions exchanged between Gale and her immediate companion.]
You know, if you say it like that, the entire camp is going to think there's a plethora of secrets going on. Let's go to your tent if it's so important. It gets strange if people start visiting me at mine.
[And frankly, she liked her space, preferred it not touched by the others.]
But this really has to stop. The more time I spend in tents, the more it looks like I'm... [She offered up a shrug, trying to be as casually as she could.] Getting into things I shouldn't be getting into.
[Never mind that she'd made plans with Halsin for later, though neither of them specified where they were meeting. He was a druid. They could have gone for a nighttime stroll just outside of camp. Except probably not, all things considered.
Lifting a hand, she beckoned for Astarion to follow after her, reaching over to take the robes he'd procured from her to examine them a little more closely as her steps carried her over to where he had no shortage of pillows and other fine things. One could never say Astarion didn't seem well acquainted with comfort.]