[It's been quite a few years since Fenris has learned his letters, but still: it's low blow. And it's not that the pride of before has disappeared, but at the same time . . . Astarion, and he grimaces at him, acknowledging both the seriousness of that insult and the guilt that's lurking around the edges of Astarion's face.]
Astarion . . .
[Oh, dear. Dear, dear, dear, and he sighs softly. He's not mad, he's just a little disappointed.]
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[It's been quite a few years since Fenris has learned his letters, but still: it's low blow. And it's not that the pride of before has disappeared, but at the same time . . . Astarion, and he grimaces at him, acknowledging both the seriousness of that insult and the guilt that's lurking around the edges of Astarion's face.]
Astarion . . .
[Oh, dear. Dear, dear, dear, and he sighs softly. He's not mad, he's just a little disappointed.]
Was that all you said?
[Let's hear it out, now.]