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[nightsung]

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[ingeniar]

Let's agree to put a pin in this for when my friend didn't just almost die thanks to a weird stone curse. Either come over with a muffin basket or don't, I don't really care.

[nightsung]

Will you let me help with the pain or not?

[ingeniar]

Are you going to be a mean mommy to him?

[nightsung]

[ ugh, men ]

I'll bar you from the tent if you're going to jerk off in the corner about it.

[ingeniar]

Wow, I really don't want to know why you went straight to that. I'm married, I can be good. I just don't want anyone stressing him out. It upsets the Cloak.

[nightsung]

I have nothing to say to him. I'll only stay long enough to give him some relief.

[ingeniar]

[ Press X to doubt that resolve, but: ]

Fine.

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[nightsung]

[ Shadowheart hasn't seen Stephen in the flesh since his last visit to her tent--before the maze, before being spirited back to Baldur's Gate, his hands and mouth warm and clever on her skin.

The scent of blood carries in the late summer heat, finding her well before she reaches the med tent. She's prepared for anything, but steels herself nonetheless, half so she doesn't field any more questions from Stephen's friend about her suitability for this work. ]