[ The woman seems to give up for now. Hands thrown up, she turns away with an exasperated "fine" before she walks off, muttering something under her breath about next-times as she beelines for the bar to get herself several stiff drinks.
Probably for the best if they go a different way. Iorveth maneuvers them towards the wall nearest the exit, where he stops for a second to sign between his teeth. ]
Our daughter.
[ Poor little hypothetical Cressida. She doesn't exist, and yet she deserves better than this. Iorveth pinches the bridge of Astarion's nose between his thumb and forefinger. ]
I didn't know you were so keen on children. [ Dryly. ]
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Probably for the best if they go a different way. Iorveth maneuvers them towards the wall nearest the exit, where he stops for a second to sign between his teeth. ]
Our daughter.
[ Poor little hypothetical Cressida. She doesn't exist, and yet she deserves better than this. Iorveth pinches the bridge of Astarion's nose between his thumb and forefinger. ]
I didn't know you were so keen on children. [ Dryly. ]