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Hm. [Slight. Quiet. Lips curling at the corner ever-so-slightly.

Is it selfish, that wish, or selfless? Astarion can't quite decide, though he imagines in its full span it's likely some tangled, wicked little mix of the two. His eyes turn towards the ceiling once more before he rolls upright, toeing off his boots and slipping beneath the covers to clearly settle in for unceremonious sleep.

If he cares that company's settled across from him, he certainly isn't showing it.]

Stay if you want, leave when you like. And if you're inclined to leave those stars up a little longer, well.

I certainly won't complain.

[arkitect]

[It's all in the past, is the thing. What he wanted then is different from what he wanted when he died, or what he would want now. Remember that we once lived, he had asked, in a moment that feels both all too recent and all too distant.

He doesn't say so. He just hums a little acknowledgement at Astarion's words, settling in himself, gaze flicking back upward to the stars.]

I will maintain them while I am able.

[Until his magic fails him, until he finds his new limits.

And at that point-- well. He's uninclined to make the trip at this time of night, so if Astarion is offering, he'll just sleep right where he is.]