[ The sleeping draught is working, and Stella only looks unsure for a moment before leaning into her role. She's determined to get out of here and study at one of Waterdeep's academies with Ada before it's too late; steeling herself, she grabs hold of Astarion's arm in an attempt to keep him where he is.
"But you just got here," she whines sweetly, pressing close. "You can lie down for a bit if you feel unwell― we can take care of you, the both of us."
Her smile is guileless, beaming. "Anyway, your darling will come find you if you're missing, won't he?" Because the whole point of this is that the one-eyed wood elf will. This entire plan crumbles if the terrorist is the kind of man who would cut his losses and move on, let his comrade die for his sake. "He'd come fetch you." ]
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"But you just got here," she whines sweetly, pressing close. "You can lie down for a bit if you feel unwell― we can take care of you, the both of us."
Her smile is guileless, beaming. "Anyway, your darling will come find you if you're missing, won't he?" Because the whole point of this is that the one-eyed wood elf will. This entire plan crumbles if the terrorist is the kind of man who would cut his losses and move on, let his comrade die for his sake. "He'd come fetch you." ]