[ Astarion relaxes slightly when he sees that Molly doesn't appear to bear any grudge over the bite. Good. He's being sensible. ]
Feeling more myself. So yes.
[ He says it breezily enough, but perhaps that's the problem; there's not much genuine relief to his words. True, he isn't being actively controlled by another force now, but all the same, he doesn't feel truly free. There have been too many reminders of his old master lately for that.
He leans over to get a better look at the cards Molly has in front of him and winces slightly as the movement stretches the raised skin of his back, a painful warmth spreading through the scars. He straightens quickly, plastering over the pained look on his face with one of nonchalant curiosity. ]
An odd venue for card games, isn't it? [ He glances up at Molly, a coy smile flashing over his face. ] Does this one happen to be for two?
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Feeling more myself. So yes.
[ He says it breezily enough, but perhaps that's the problem; there's not much genuine relief to his words. True, he isn't being actively controlled by another force now, but all the same, he doesn't feel truly free. There have been too many reminders of his old master lately for that.
He leans over to get a better look at the cards Molly has in front of him and winces slightly as the movement stretches the raised skin of his back, a painful warmth spreading through the scars. He straightens quickly, plastering over the pained look on his face with one of nonchalant curiosity. ]
An odd venue for card games, isn't it? [ He glances up at Molly, a coy smile flashing over his face. ] Does this one happen to be for two?