[And that touch lingers, just long enough for him to take in the sentiment, the realization that the man he loves is doggedly determined to not go anywhere anytime soon. Astarion, too, will do his level best to make that a certainty. They need only survive this world... so that they might one day survive home, too. With that comes dread, and fear, but also hope. Perhaps he'll focus on the latter for now.
Finally, he retracts his hand, then combs his pale fingers through Winter's dark hair. Evening it out into three -- someone's going to try to tame this massive mane into a braid, if at all possible. He's sure he can manage it with his dextrous touch.]
Good. If you die on me, I will be very cross with you.
[and forever depressed
Another beat, a long consideration.]
Do you ever wonder what the others are up to? Back at the hotel.
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Finally, he retracts his hand, then combs his pale fingers through Winter's dark hair. Evening it out into three -- someone's going to try to tame this massive mane into a braid, if at all possible. He's sure he can manage it with his dextrous touch.]
Good. If you die on me, I will be very cross with you.
[
and forever depressedAnother beat, a long consideration.]
Do you ever wonder what the others are up to? Back at the hotel.