[The disorientation has not yet worn off, and his vision is crowded only by the plumes of dust kicked up by his fall. Maybe he sees the halo of bright magic, or hears thunder footsteps approach, but Astarion really doesn’t register anything until he feels hands cupping the side of his face, redirecting his vision to focus upon Winter.
How odd — he just feels a twinge of relief, and not a lot else. Well, he’s sure the pain and frustration at the other man not being careful enough will kick in sooner rather than later. Now's not really the time for navel-gazing, besides.
So, he just tries to flash him a weak smile.]
A little bite— [“little”] —isn’t enough to kill me. I’ve had worse.
[And he has! That said, his lips twitch as the stinging pain in his side finally runs across his nerve endings.]
I’d like the minotaur back now. [Instead of a killer floating eyeball, thanks.]
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How odd — he just feels a twinge of relief, and not a lot else. Well, he’s sure the pain and frustration at the other man not being careful enough will kick in sooner rather than later. Now's not really the time for navel-gazing, besides.
So, he just tries to flash him a weak smile.]
A little bite— [“little”] —isn’t enough to kill me. I’ve had worse.
[And he has! That said, his lips twitch as the stinging pain in his side finally runs across his nerve endings.]
I’d like the minotaur back now. [Instead of a killer floating eyeball, thanks.]