[ Astarion's gaze goes from the watch, to the look on Gale's face, to the watch, and back again before he finally does take the time piece into his own hand, feeling the weight of it in the center of his palm. Nothing feels strange at first blush (and he dismisses whatever magical influence he thinks he can feel from it now as a symptom of having just been told that an outside force is at work). ]
You really couldn't just tell me?
[ Though he supposes that Gale's eagerness to go this far means that, whatever the spell is, it isn't particularly dangerous.
In the same voice that parents typically use to indulge their children (the stray cat circling the bowl that's been left out overnight): ] Go on, then.
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You really couldn't just tell me?
[ Though he supposes that Gale's eagerness to go this far means that, whatever the spell is, it isn't particularly dangerous.
In the same voice that parents typically use to indulge their children (the stray cat circling the bowl that's been left out overnight): ] Go on, then.