[ Gale scoots toward the edge of the bed, finally confident that Shadowheart wonโt stab him for Orin or suspicion related reasons. Legs swung over the side, hand carding back through his hair, itโs all too easy to be distracted by his fondness for the two (well, three) individuals in this room.
In a โ potentially misguided โ effort to help Astarion save face, he answers sincerely, ]
Iโm afraid so.
[ He makes a mental note to update her on the games that passed while they were both away, once sheโs more settled. ]
We both missed you terribly. [ A glance back at Astarion, everything softening to see him holding their little hen so. Even if he wanted to hide the adoration in his gaze or the longing in his voice, he couldnโt. ] All of you, really.
[ How strange it is, to go from keeping someoneโs company day and night to losing them entirely. He misses Laeโzel enlightening him on Githyanki culture, Wyll teasing him by the cook pot, Karlach whooping through the battlefield โ ahem. He straightens his pyjama top, as if thereโs any way of looking presentable after the indignity of their waking. ]
no subject
In a โ potentially misguided โ effort to help Astarion save face, he answers sincerely, ]
Iโm afraid so.
[ He makes a mental note to update her on the games that passed while they were both away, once sheโs more settled. ]
We both missed you terribly. [ A glance back at Astarion, everything softening to see him holding their little hen so. Even if he wanted to hide the adoration in his gaze or the longing in his voice, he couldnโt. ] All of you, really.
[ How strange it is, to go from keeping someoneโs company day and night to losing them entirely. He misses Laeโzel enlightening him on Githyanki culture, Wyll teasing him by the cook pot, Karlach whooping through the battlefield โ ahem. He straightens his pyjama top, as if thereโs any way of looking presentable after the indignity of their waking. ]