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[hallowleaf]

[ It's not a question she could easily answer if he were to ask it; she's not sure what's prompted this honesty save perhaps the inherent ease of sending the message this way, where she can't see the inevitable moment when he finds it too much and something in his expression shutters over, granting her no further glimpse of the Astarion she's started to grow fond of at a slight distance. ]

I am not certain that's at all true, but I imagine we're both cautious enough that it's a small risk.

[ A pause as she considers; she doesn't want this to be about sex to start with, though she suspects Astarion is more used to beginning and ending there. ]

I can't say I had a plan. Maybe just spending some time together, getting to know each other? Though I think I can count the things I know about myself for certain on one hand.

[thirsted]

[ The fact that it's what he's used to is what makes it something of a relief that she doesn't mention it — though it leaves him at yet another loss. Even in his mortal life, he hadn't gotten much further in terms of emotional intimacy, though he can't remember if, then, it had been for lack of trying. ]

Well, it seems as though we'll have to lift that veil together.

[ Not, perhaps, the level of enthusiasm one might hope for upon embarking on a— whatever this is, but they've known each other long enough that she ought to know the words aren't offered lightly. His isn't a personality immediately inclined toward patience or helpfulness. ]

Count me through them, then. The things you think you do know about yourself.

[ He's curious, himself, as to how she'll answer — whatever he thinks he's divined about her only exists in concert with her perception of herself, after all. ]