[Though Astarion looks away, Morena's eyes stay on him. She waits a beat, and Gale's voice carries to the kitchen in the pause - it sounds like he and Lena are chit-chatting about something, but she can't make out what.]
Two hundred years, and you don't look a day over one-fifty.
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Two hundred years, and you don't look a day over one-fifty.
[She offers him a slight smile.]
Have you any interest in finding them?