He's— [ Busy flogging someone, Astarion doesn't say, half because it would be incredibly stupid and half because he's too tired to make such complicated words come out of his mouth. He makes a halfhearted attempt to get up, but his body feels very heavy, and he finds himself right back where he started, sandwiched between the women.
A twist in his gut says this isn't right, but it's overpowered by lethargy. His blinks get slower and slower as he fights to keep his eyes open— ] Yes, he'd come for me.
[ —before he passes out completely, gracelessly smacking into the table on the way down. ]
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A twist in his gut says this isn't right, but it's overpowered by lethargy. His blinks get slower and slower as he fights to keep his eyes open— ] Yes, he'd come for me.
[ —before he passes out completely, gracelessly smacking into the table on the way down. ]