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[acreage]

Not yet.

[ then, ]

I don't know how that's going to translate here. [ no ship, no crew. ] Maybe I should look into Rivain, myself.

[illithidnapped]

We’ll need to win the war first, and find ourselves not thrown in cages alongside our dear, local, self-serving mages.

If we can get through that unscathed, I’ll walk you to Rivain myself.

[acreage]

[ the way he exhales suggests that he considered some answer to self-serving, but that that he doesn't want to have that fight right now.

instead he says, soft, ]

I'll do anything I can to make sure that doesn't happen to you. I hope you know that.

[illithidnapped]

[This time, Astarion’s a little too quiet for a little too long. A contrast to how eagerly he’d normally twist— how swiftly he’d bite— when staring down an open, offered palm.]

...right. Well.

[Halting again. Picking apart the pieces of his own thoughts.]

You got what you needed. If you choose terrible gifts it won’t be because of me.

Just...

Mm.

[And with that noticeable lack of fanfare, he cuts the call short.]