[Later tonight, Astarion will see right through his hesitance and his fears, teasing him into a better mood and a sweeter disposition. Here and now, Leto smiles faintly at he sees that elegant script return to him in scrawling indignance, amused by the very real indignance (and all the deflection that it carries).]
I will not say our move is not a motivating factor. She was saddened to hear it yesterday.
[And Leto was saddened to tell her, honestly. He does not want to live in this city forever, no matter how wondrous it is; they both of them are too used to Baldur's Gate and all her diverse glory. But he will miss this place, and the people therein. His friends were far less gracious about the news; Leto hasn't spoken of it to Astarion yet, let they earn his scoffing ire.]
If you don't want it, I'll take it. She did say it would suit me more.
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I will not say our move is not a motivating factor. She was saddened to hear it yesterday.
[And Leto was saddened to tell her, honestly. He does not want to live in this city forever, no matter how wondrous it is; they both of them are too used to Baldur's Gate and all her diverse glory. But he will miss this place, and the people therein. His friends were far less gracious about the news; Leto hasn't spoken of it to Astarion yet, let they earn his scoffing ire.]
If you don't want it, I'll take it. She did say it would suit me more.
[She absolutely did not say that.]