[ A moment passes, then another. It's only then that Astarion finally opens his eyes, letting himself become reacquainted with the feeling of physically existing again. It's been ages since he separated himself from his body to such a degree, and he had forgotten how disorienting it can be trying to come back into it. He blinks, grip on Iorveth's hand finally loosening. ]
Oh.
[ His leg does feel better. Not good, but improved. Sturdier, like the shattered pieces have fused back together, but still sore, like they aren't exactly happy about the fact. It still looks awful, but he supposes he'll have to trust Reginald on the recovery timeframe.
Speaking of Reginald, Astarion doesn't have it in him to thank him, despite his kindness in coming over here at the crack of dawn to heal some stranger he doesn't even know. All he can say is: ] Gods below, I know it's an enticing sight, but surely one of you can hand me my trousers.
[ It feels like he's sitting in his underwear with half of Waterdeep as witnesses. ]
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Oh.
[ His leg does feel better. Not good, but improved. Sturdier, like the shattered pieces have fused back together, but still sore, like they aren't exactly happy about the fact. It still looks awful, but he supposes he'll have to trust Reginald on the recovery timeframe.
Speaking of Reginald, Astarion doesn't have it in him to thank him, despite his kindness in coming over here at the crack of dawn to heal some stranger he doesn't even know. All he can say is: ] Gods below, I know it's an enticing sight, but surely one of you can hand me my trousers.
[ It feels like he's sitting in his underwear with half of Waterdeep as witnesses. ]