[ Despite Astarion more-or-less inviting him to get preyed upon by carnivorous plants, the man remains unfailingly polite as he walks over. He even pulls out the material components for what Astarion quickly realizes is a healing spell, which knits together the cut on his arm with ease. Huh. How very charitable, to expend such magic on a stranger. Astarion inspects the newly-healed wound and somehow finds it within himself to forgive the stranger for the overly-familiar shoulder pat he dispenses on his way past—mostly, anyway.
He'll admit, it is rather amusing to watch someone swat at the plants with a fan like the unruly pests they are. ]
Yes, yes, I'm fine. [ And, since it seems he's not going to get the satisfaction of watching one of these plants take a bite out of his new acquaintance... ] Perhaps we can talk in a less hungry location, hmm?
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He'll admit, it is rather amusing to watch someone swat at the plants with a fan like the unruly pests they are. ]
Yes, yes, I'm fine. [ And, since it seems he's not going to get the satisfaction of watching one of these plants take a bite out of his new acquaintance... ] Perhaps we can talk in a less hungry location, hmm?