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[doggish]

[Of course she’s good to look at, he’ll grumble later into the safety of Astarion’s neck, nipping pale skin with protective insistence. All the more reason to stay away from her. As if Astarion isn’t smart enough to do that on his own. But Leto is eternally a knight at heart, fiercely determined to defend that which matters most. Just as Astarion douses him in his scent, so too does Leto leave his own mark: insistent little bites that say mine, mine, mine . . .]

I like her.

[It’s not about him, but he says it more as agreement than to voice his own opinion.]

Far more than Lutece, if we're speaking of your acquaintances. But I suspect you’re right— it would take a great deal of unnecessary effort for her to maintain that lie. And she seems suited to you. Her humor runs macabre, which suits, and she has seen her share of the horrors of the world; she has not patronized either of us, and that is worth a lot.

Besides: she healed me. I suspect anyone who does that is worth a great deal in your eyes.