[ He's too anguished by the insult to his hair to do anything but limply go along when Iorveth tugs him past the gathering crowd of onlookers and into the alley. Distantly, he thinks he makes out a few of the rubberneckers' conversations, questions and exclamations of surprise and accusations along the lines of I think those men just set that fire! Did you see where they went?
In the privacy of the alleyway, he keeps his hand pressed to his head as he says, ] That awful woman really ruins everything, doesn't she?
[ Astarion closes his eyes, taking a deep and unnecessary breath before removing his hand, quick, like he has to gather up the courage to do it. ]
How bad is it? Am I still beautiful?
[ It's only the ends that were closest to the flames that are damaged, but gods, his hair was one of his best features. ]
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In the privacy of the alleyway, he keeps his hand pressed to his head as he says, ] That awful woman really ruins everything, doesn't she?
[ Astarion closes his eyes, taking a deep and unnecessary breath before removing his hand, quick, like he has to gather up the courage to do it. ]
How bad is it? Am I still beautiful?
[ It's only the ends that were closest to the flames that are damaged, but gods, his hair was one of his best features. ]