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[It doesn't scare her. If anything, something swells in her throat, blocking out her breath for the moment.

She doesn't know what to say, how to respond. How to communicate how much his fierceness means to her. She doesn't need him to fight for her, but the fact that he would means so much.

So she just closes her eyes for longer than a blink, looking at the motes of light through her closed eyelids.]

Planning on it.

Good night, Astarion.