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[nightsung]

[ For a moment, Shadowheart wonders if this is some kind of message she's meant to decipher, but Astarion is neither clever enough to come up with a secret code nor stupid enough to test it on her at four in the morning. ]

Astarion. Send "yes" if you're dying, and "no" if I can go back to bed.

[thirsted]

[ For a good three full minutes, ellipses continue to dance on screen, and then: ]

1/2

[nightsung]

Oh!

[ Well, Shadowheart's still a little cross, but considerably less so now. ]

Can you read?

[nightsung]

[ She'll have to ask Lauralae to teach her how to speak chicken, but for now, she sends something universally understood: a heart-hands selfie ]

[thirsted]

[ The fact of the matter is that Shadowhen can't read — but she has enough sense to know that the woman she's currently texting goes by the same name, and has seen the letters embroidered on enough ribbons to have a guess at what it means. A guess that, as it happens, has paid off. The selfie speaks for itself, as do the return emojis: ]

💓💞💖🎀💕

[nightsung]

[ She's so cute. Shadowheart might still kill Astarion for allowing usage of his phone in the middle of the night, but Shadowhen is innocent. ]

🖤💜🖤

🎀

[thirsted]

[ Perhaps (finally) cognizant of the time, Shadowhen's next response is just: ]

💗🛌