[Astarion chases that light down Gale's neck to his chest with his fingertips. He's only in touch with the Weave by way of his elven ancestry, but he can still feel the power running beneath Gale's skin. A faint vibration under his touch, a warmth different from the warmth of flesh and blood. It's very appealing in its own way. He presses his palm against the glow of the orb, just to feel it.]
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Ours, yes.