[Was how she initially replied, and it was true. A potion of sleep was likely to set her down right flat. For all that she could concoct potions and elixirs for others, she had largely attempted to avoid using any of them herself. She already knew what she was like when she had the occasional drink here and there. If she could barely get through those without making a fool of herself, then it seemed a silly thing to look into her elixirs. Or things like sleeping potions. They would likely only be too effective.
Even with Astarion claiming he'd wake her. In truth, she suspected if he was going to protect her, he wouldn't have woken her at all. Was it as if she needed to be involved, really? Perhaps not. She, herself, was just a body. All they had to do was move her in the vicinity, since she had the artefact. But they easily could have just given it to Shadowheart and left her behind with the others.
Drawing his blanket around her a little more securely, she listened to what he was rifling through, though didn't really make any notes on it, for she thought in the grand spectrum of things, it wasn't as important. It was only when he found himself at her side again that she looked over to him and the potion he was offering her.]
I'llβ [A beat of hesitation ensued before she continued.] βI'll think about it. I thought I might stay up a little more. I can't really afford to think about much when we're in the thick of it. We're finally getting a moment to sit, so I want to spend some time thinking.
[But just to give him a little reassurance, even if she wasn't inclined to take it, she reached for the bottle, holding it up as she tilted it a touch, watching the way she could see the reflection of the fire atop its glassy surface.]
Why aren't you meditating? Only one of us needs to be up at a time.
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[Was how she initially replied, and it was true. A potion of sleep was likely to set her down right flat. For all that she could concoct potions and elixirs for others, she had largely attempted to avoid using any of them herself. She already knew what she was like when she had the occasional drink here and there. If she could barely get through those without making a fool of herself, then it seemed a silly thing to look into her elixirs. Or things like sleeping potions. They would likely only be too effective.
Even with Astarion claiming he'd wake her. In truth, she suspected if he was going to protect her, he wouldn't have woken her at all. Was it as if she needed to be involved, really? Perhaps not. She, herself, was just a body. All they had to do was move her in the vicinity, since she had the artefact. But they easily could have just given it to Shadowheart and left her behind with the others.
Drawing his blanket around her a little more securely, she listened to what he was rifling through, though didn't really make any notes on it, for she thought in the grand spectrum of things, it wasn't as important. It was only when he found himself at her side again that she looked over to him and the potion he was offering her.]
I'llβ [A beat of hesitation ensued before she continued.] βI'll think about it. I thought I might stay up a little more. I can't really afford to think about much when we're in the thick of it. We're finally getting a moment to sit, so I want to spend some time thinking.
[But just to give him a little reassurance, even if she wasn't inclined to take it, she reached for the bottle, holding it up as she tilted it a touch, watching the way she could see the reflection of the fire atop its glassy surface.]
Why aren't you meditating? Only one of us needs to be up at a time.