[ The tendril continues its slow explorations, sliding over his palm, tracing its lines. Eventually it curls gently around his wrist, not so much holding as resting there. Winter, who has been watching this, flicks his gaze up at Astarion with a small smile. ]
It's me. They've been a part of me for the better part of a decade now, so it's practically second nature.
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It's me. They've been a part of me for the better part of a decade now, so it's practically second nature.