[Ah, but it's the healer herself who reacts first: snorting out a little laugh as she keeps up her steady work.
'They are, aren't they?' she says, nothing but immense fondness in her voice. 'I thought so too at first. Neither of us liked them very much at the start . . . but they mean well.'
She risks glancing up and away from her work so she can catch Astarion's eye. There's just as much fondness there as Gale had, though it's tempered and hidden behind some sympathy. 'Sorry. I know how annoying it is when people talk about things you can't remember. That's right, isn't it? Gale told us. You don't remember any of our adventures . . . or perhaps you weren't part of them. He wasn't very clear.']
Things seldom make sense when traveling between worlds. Less so when time becomes involved.
['You were in another world, then . . . how bizarre,' Shadowheart says. She shifts, resettling herself on the bed so she can keep both of them in her sightline. It's a little calmer with just her here, Leto thinks. There's none of Karlach's fervent protectiveness or Gale's well-meaning know-it-allness . . . there's intelligence behind those dark eyes, but she's more reserved, and that's a comfort right now.
Beneath Astarion's arms, the pups wiggle wildly, squirming until they're released and can leap to the bed. In an instant Shadowheart's face softens, her eyes crinkling with amusement as both pups immediately head towards her, snuffling at her thigh with intense interest. She doesn't smell quite so interesting as Wyll, to be fair, but it's still something new, and oddly refreshing at that.
'What— easy,' she chides gently, and grins when Montressor absolutely ignores that command. 'What do you remember, anyway? If anything.']
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'They are, aren't they?' she says, nothing but immense fondness in her voice. 'I thought so too at first. Neither of us liked them very much at the start . . . but they mean well.'
She risks glancing up and away from her work so she can catch Astarion's eye. There's just as much fondness there as Gale had, though it's tempered and hidden behind some sympathy. 'Sorry. I know how annoying it is when people talk about things you can't remember. That's right, isn't it? Gale told us. You don't remember any of our adventures . . . or perhaps you weren't part of them. He wasn't very clear.']
Things seldom make sense when traveling between worlds. Less so when time becomes involved.
['You were in another world, then . . . how bizarre,' Shadowheart says. She shifts, resettling herself on the bed so she can keep both of them in her sightline. It's a little calmer with just her here, Leto thinks. There's none of Karlach's fervent protectiveness or Gale's well-meaning know-it-allness . . . there's intelligence behind those dark eyes, but she's more reserved, and that's a comfort right now.
Beneath Astarion's arms, the pups wiggle wildly, squirming until they're released and can leap to the bed. In an instant Shadowheart's face softens, her eyes crinkling with amusement as both pups immediately head towards her, snuffling at her thigh with intense interest. She doesn't smell quite so interesting as Wyll, to be fair, but it's still something new, and oddly refreshing at that.
'What— easy,' she chides gently, and grins when Montressor absolutely ignores that command. 'What do you remember, anyway? If anything.']