[The touch soothes Astarion more than he'll admit. Having Gale at his side is an anchor. Something to keep his mind from flying off on impossible tangents. But it's not quite enough to still his mouth.]
But if it had been them, they would have been here. In the city. They—they would have come here.
[It's said in a tone that doesn't paint it as something good or bad, but rather as something Astarion wouldn't have even thought possible mere moments ago. It's like his world has tilted on a new axis and his feet haven't yet hit the ground.]
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[The touch soothes Astarion more than he'll admit. Having Gale at his side is an anchor. Something to keep his mind from flying off on impossible tangents. But it's not quite enough to still his mouth.]
But if it had been them, they would have been here. In the city. They—they would have come here.
[It's said in a tone that doesn't paint it as something good or bad, but rather as something Astarion wouldn't have even thought possible mere moments ago. It's like his world has tilted on a new axis and his feet haven't yet hit the ground.]