[ Astarion doesn't have to see her to know who she is; that fetid blood of hers fills his nostrils instantly, made worse by the faint burns on her skin. He nearly doubles over to puke at the pungency of it all, but instead it's he who yanks Iorveth closer this time, glowering.
Araj is awfully peppy for a woman whose pant leg is still on fire. She pats it out, grinning from ear to ear as she says, "I can't believe it! It's even better than I—" As she glances up from her singed clothing and meets Iorveth's gaze, her eyes widen in recognition. "Oh, it's you!"
Her voice sparkles with an excitement that makes Astarion bristle, but he can't find the words to speak up. Something about this woman makes him feel terribly small, which makes him seethe. Apparently, his scowling is enough to earn her attention; she glances at Astarion next, saying, "And your vampire. What fortuitous timing you two have." ]
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Araj is awfully peppy for a woman whose pant leg is still on fire. She pats it out, grinning from ear to ear as she says, "I can't believe it! It's even better than I—" As she glances up from her singed clothing and meets Iorveth's gaze, her eyes widen in recognition. "Oh, it's you!"
Her voice sparkles with an excitement that makes Astarion bristle, but he can't find the words to speak up. Something about this woman makes him feel terribly small, which makes him seethe. Apparently, his scowling is enough to earn her attention; she glances at Astarion next, saying, "And your vampire. What fortuitous timing you two have." ]