[She's almost unreadable for how clipped she is, even to Astarion's perceptive eyes— and he's a cynical thing at heart. A wary thing, too many times burned; erring on the side of muted interpretation comes all too naturally.
So he doesn’t thank her for her promised discretion. Why would he? This is a transactional exchange for both of them; she didn’t ask after him because she cared, and she certainly didn’t call him here for anything other than to make sure they were even: a pair of daggers held figuratively to one another’s throats, as far as he can surmise from all present promise.
He can live with that. Happily.]
Obliged.
Particularly when it comes to the others in Riftwatch, there’s no such thing as too careful.
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So he doesn’t thank her for her promised discretion. Why would he? This is a transactional exchange for both of them; she didn’t ask after him because she cared, and she certainly didn’t call him here for anything other than to make sure they were even: a pair of daggers held figuratively to one another’s throats, as far as he can surmise from all present promise.
He can live with that. Happily.]
Obliged.
Particularly when it comes to the others in Riftwatch, there’s no such thing as too careful.
[Ever the gentle optimist, Astarion.]