[He tilts his own vial into his mouth, and from the look of it, it does more than sting on the way down; his face scrunches beneath Astarion's hand as it churns in his gut, the concoction permeating his body. It's several seconds before he continues; he spends the entire time trembling, his fingers tightening on the glass vial.]
I'm likely to be feverish as the necrotic energy is —[he shudders, his eyes watering]— cleansed from my blood physically rather than magically, but I'll keep. I'll be back to myself in a few hours - unfortunately normal, which would be a death sentence for anyone else, but otherwise fine.
[He sets the vial aside, drawing closer to Astarion; his pulse quickens as he searches for Astarion's eyes.]
no subject
[He tilts his own vial into his mouth, and from the look of it, it does more than sting on the way down; his face scrunches beneath Astarion's hand as it churns in his gut, the concoction permeating his body. It's several seconds before he continues; he spends the entire time trembling, his fingers tightening on the glass vial.]
I'm likely to be feverish as the necrotic energy is —[he shudders, his eyes watering]— cleansed from my blood physically rather than magically, but I'll keep. I'll be back to myself in a few hours - unfortunately normal, which would be a death sentence for anyone else, but otherwise fine.
[He sets the vial aside, drawing closer to Astarion; his pulse quickens as he searches for Astarion's eyes.]
I want this to work.