[They call it a birdcage sometimes because it is like one, full of beautiful, lively creatures chattering away. Lots of singing, performing— feathers.

Fenris might not always like being around that much energy, but for Astarion? It's dazzling. It's thrilling.

It's everything.]

That's why there's only one at a time: it's supposed to be....[Like impossible isn't distinguished enough. He needs to work on that. It's a good reminder.] Nearly unattainable.

And Zevlor adopted me [he says, pulling back his still-warm hands with a very proud smile,] but I'm still a noble even if my parents are dead— who else would be better suited for it than me?

[No one, that's who.]