[Gods, now that Astarion's said it, he does feel that way. It's the same growling wariness, the same fierce defensiveness born of uncertainty and shock . . . he presses his lips together, half-expecting to feel them peeling back away from elvish fangs.]
you were the same with nugs
[No, he wasn't, but that's neither here nor there.]
tell me more. why is it exiled?
[Leto, it's a person, not an animal, don't call her it.]
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you were the same with nugs
[No, he wasn't, but that's neither here nor there.]
tell me more. why is it exiled?
[Leto, it's a person, not an animal, don't call her it.]