[ There's that awful headscarf again. Astarion will have to get Iorveth an eyepatch for every day of the tenday. Maybe, he thinks, he can sew one himself while Iorveth practices his embroidery. (Gods, they've turned into two old women.)
At the mention of the circus, Astarion wrinkles his nose. Horrible place. Too loud; he so hates to hear the sound of children's laughter. ]
We've our own things to do, you know.
[ It doesn't sound particularly convincing coming from two people who've been lying in bed up until now, but it's true, to an extent. His siblings are still out there, potentially angry, and he'd rather nip that issue in the bud before it becomes more problematic than it already is.
"You can take care of your own agenda after you've pulled your weight," replies Lae'zel, arms crossed, clearly taking it as the attempt to wriggle out of contributing that it only sort of is. ]
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At the mention of the circus, Astarion wrinkles his nose. Horrible place. Too loud; he so hates to hear the sound of children's laughter. ]
We've our own things to do, you know.
[ It doesn't sound particularly convincing coming from two people who've been lying in bed up until now, but it's true, to an extent. His siblings are still out there, potentially angry, and he'd rather nip that issue in the bud before it becomes more problematic than it already is.
"You can take care of your own agenda after you've pulled your weight," replies Lae'zel, arms crossed, clearly taking it as the attempt to wriggle out of contributing that it only sort of is. ]