[Astarion briskly retorts, his chin held so authoritatively high throughout the gesture that someone from another lifetime might be forgiven for thinking Astarion the Magistrate's come back from the dead. As things are, Gale bows formally in acquiescence, he and Tara take their leave, the waddling pups are snatched up arm-in-either-arm by their curly-maned patriarch who then kicks what's left of a haggard, now borderline barnyard door 'shut': it's a few vivisected planks hanging loosely off one hinge, wind still flowing steadily in through a dwarf-sized hole in what was formerly its bottom.
And then he turns, inhaling to reset himself through a trained performer's rituals. Spine straight, eyeline leveled, expression more like a resigned and resentful shrug than anything else when he finally meets Leto's stare.
A stand in for what the fuck was that, staved off only because he'd prefer not to potentially piss off the one person here capable of healing his amatus. He doesn't know her well enough to guess, after all.]
Well.
[Is a blink. A bitter monosyllable, nearly scoffed.]
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[Astarion briskly retorts, his chin held so authoritatively high throughout the gesture that someone from another lifetime might be forgiven for thinking Astarion the Magistrate's come back from the dead. As things are, Gale bows formally in acquiescence, he and Tara take their leave, the waddling pups are snatched up arm-in-either-arm by their curly-maned patriarch who then kicks what's left of a haggard, now borderline barnyard door 'shut': it's a few vivisected planks hanging loosely off one hinge, wind still flowing steadily in through a dwarf-sized hole in what was formerly its bottom.
And then he turns, inhaling to reset himself through a trained performer's rituals. Spine straight, eyeline leveled, expression more like a resigned and resentful shrug than anything else when he finally meets Leto's stare.
A stand in for what the fuck was that, staved off only because he'd prefer not to potentially piss off the one person here capable of healing his amatus. He doesn't know her well enough to guess, after all.]
Well.
[Is a blink. A bitter monosyllable, nearly scoffed.]
That was....something.