[ It is less the tournament that means much to her, but the company - and Lauralae cannot complain of it, not when Astarion comes to her side and welcomes her so securely, not when she finds herself so comfortable and at ease with those who have come to care for her. When their warmth settles around her, she feels more at peace than she has in weeks, a sweetness to it that has her cheeks warm and her heart full.
The urge to lean closer, to permit herself to take more of him for herself than she might consider otherwise, possesses her briefly, and she shrugs it away. Cheeks flushed, warm, unsure, she breathes out. ]
My cat?
[ The confusion possess her, briefly, as her head tilts, her hand reaching for his, for anchor and warmth both. ]
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The urge to lean closer, to permit herself to take more of him for herself than she might consider otherwise, possesses her briefly, and she shrugs it away. Cheeks flushed, warm, unsure, she breathes out. ]
My cat?
[ The confusion possess her, briefly, as her head tilts, her hand reaching for his, for anchor and warmth both. ]
You think me in possession of many friends.