[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.]
no subject
[ then, ]
I don't know how that's going to translate here. [ no ship, no crew. ] Maybe I should look into Rivain, myself.
no subject
If we can get through that unscathed, I’ll walk you to Rivain myself.
no subject
instead he says, soft, ]
I'll do anything I can to make sure that doesn't happen to you. I hope you know that.
no subject
...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.]