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[ 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.
Astarion. Send "yes" if you're dying, and "no" if I can go back to bed.
[ The fact of the matter is that Shadowhen can't read β 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: ]
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I saw the swans again this morning, and would you know - they didn't even try to bite me.
I'm beginning to think you were teasing me.
I'm beginning to think you were teasing me.
Oh, yes I see. Then that must have been genuine concern. Iβm touched.
Iβd happily accept clumsy seal, but not a goose. I donβt have feathers!
Iβd happily accept clumsy seal, but not a goose. I donβt have feathers!
I like to think I manage well enough on land. After all I lived most of my life on a ship. If solid, unmoving ground was difficult for me I think I'd be a miserable sailor.
I see one - four more of the clutch left.
I see one - four more of the clutch left.
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