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[rowancrowned]

Will be, ( he corrects. ) I intend to warn the Duke. Ensure she made it home. She will want to fight.

( he leaves room for astarion to make the same request. )

I will be with the other griffons riders tonight. We may not speak again.

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[The noise he makes is thin. Bruised, even.]

Just don’t be a damned fool.

[He doesn’t ask to fight alongside them; Gwenaëlle might think she and Astarion are mirrors, but there are aspects split between the two of them where the reflection doesn't quite catch. Tonight, he’d rather the Gallows burn, if the world bent to his every wish.

His teeth are set at the edge of that warning. And when he ends the call there, it isn’t without a splintering thought spared for them both.]