But it does the job, and drives off the threat. Ellis, straightening and slapping a hand onto Astarion's shoulder, steadies himself there are he watches them go. And then exhales hard, a sound close to a chuckle.
"Well done."
Easy praise. A good bluff is never misplaced, especially when the slide of the brawl had been sliding out of their favor.
His grip flexes on Astarion's shoulder involuntarily as he lifts a hand to his stomach, checking the slash there. Without an immediate threat, Ellis is reminded of injury. Shallow, far from serious. Ellis makes a little dismissive noise over it.
no subject
(Perhaps. Who can say, with Astarion?)
But it does the job, and drives off the threat. Ellis, straightening and slapping a hand onto Astarion's shoulder, steadies himself there are he watches them go. And then exhales hard, a sound close to a chuckle.
"Well done."
Easy praise. A good bluff is never misplaced, especially when the slide of the brawl had been sliding out of their favor.
His grip flexes on Astarion's shoulder involuntarily as he lifts a hand to his stomach, checking the slash there. Without an immediate threat, Ellis is reminded of injury. Shallow, far from serious. Ellis makes a little dismissive noise over it.