[And that's all he says in regards to Astarion's initial statement, that smattering of color deepening. Anticipating (or rather hoping) that Astarion might ask for a follow-up, he'd been prepared to launch into an explanation of why he thought they were an appropriate choice; however, his nocturnal lecturing apparently did it for him. Gods, what else has he told Astarion in his sleep without knowing?
Thankfully, he doesn't get to ponder that too long, his eyes following the flower as Astarion takes it before flicking tot he vampire's face.]
This wasn't my doing, no. How could it be?
[But that does beg the question of how such a suspiciously appropriate bloom did make its way to Astarion's grave.]
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[And that's all he says in regards to Astarion's initial statement, that smattering of color deepening. Anticipating (or rather hoping) that Astarion might ask for a follow-up, he'd been prepared to launch into an explanation of why he thought they were an appropriate choice; however, his nocturnal lecturing apparently did it for him. Gods, what else has he told Astarion in his sleep without knowing?
Thankfully, he doesn't get to ponder that too long, his eyes following the flower as Astarion takes it before flicking tot he vampire's face.]
This wasn't my doing, no. How could it be?
[But that does beg the question of how such a suspiciously appropriate bloom did make its way to Astarion's grave.]