[ whatever words she'd been struggling to get out, we'll likely never know as the softness of his voice puts an immediate stop to her attempts. she looks to him with relief, with gratefulness; with that small gesture, he's done more for her than he'll likely know, saving her from not just one kind of awkward situation, but two. steadily, she feels the bile that had been threatening to rise up along her throat settle itself, and at last she allows herself to take in a calming breath.
it's silly, really. what a small little thing to get so worked up over, though marta knows well enough that it isn't just about the anxiety-induced nausea. it's everything so far, isn't it? how so very much it is, and it hasn't even been more than a day. ]
Astarion.
[ the name takes on a different texture on her tongue, her accent giving it a bit of a crunch. she thinks, with a pang, of the old family names harlan would walk her through whenever he got particularly sentimental. ]
Thank you. I'm Marta.
[ she takes in another breath, and this one thankfully isn't very shaky at all. ]
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it's silly, really. what a small little thing to get so worked up over, though marta knows well enough that it isn't just about the anxiety-induced nausea. it's everything so far, isn't it? how so very much it is, and it hasn't even been more than a day. ]
Astarion.
[ the name takes on a different texture on her tongue, her accent giving it a bit of a crunch. she thinks, with a pang, of the old family names harlan would walk her through whenever he got particularly sentimental. ]
Thank you. I'm Marta.
[ she takes in another breath, and this one thankfully isn't very shaky at all. ]
You can probably guess I don't belong here.