“If it was, I’ll only be wasting good supplies.” Astarion puffs in turn as he moves nearer, finding some sort of unique amusement in the reversal of their prior roles: how it’d been Astarion, once before, who’d teased and sighed and promised his injuries were nothing to be mentioned— let alone fussed over.
Well. Good.
Another owed favor squared away, as it were.
He dips the gauze into the salve first, saturating it, before tucking it against the gash with deft care. The cold might make it awful regardless, between the ointment and Astarion’s own fingertips.
“But I’m sure if it comes down to you dropping dead somewhere else, I can just fleece your corpse to recoup my losses.”
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“If it was, I’ll only be wasting good supplies.” Astarion puffs in turn as he moves nearer, finding some sort of unique amusement in the reversal of their prior roles: how it’d been Astarion, once before, who’d teased and sighed and promised his injuries were nothing to be mentioned— let alone fussed over.
Well. Good.
Another owed favor squared away, as it were.
He dips the gauze into the salve first, saturating it, before tucking it against the gash with deft care. The cold might make it awful regardless, between the ointment and Astarion’s own fingertips.
“But I’m sure if it comes down to you dropping dead somewhere else, I can just fleece your corpse to recoup my losses.”