[Astarion does love the sound of Gale's voice. Especially as he expounds upon the joys that Waterdeep has to offer. There's a strange flutter in his chest hearing it, knowing that the city is Gale's home and, should they survive all that lies before them, will be his home. The thought of putting Baldur's Gate and all the unpleasant memories it houses behind him is a very appealing one. He can simply walk away now. He has that freedom. And it's thanks in no small part to Gale himself.
The constant of Gale's idle chatter only makes it all the more obvious when he falls quiet. Astarion finds the wizard's hand with his, threading their fingers together to give him a soft squeeze.]
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The constant of Gale's idle chatter only makes it all the more obvious when he falls quiet. Astarion finds the wizard's hand with his, threading their fingers together to give him a soft squeeze.]
What is it that you're looking for, dearest?