[He'd already felt vulnerable, given the subject at hand, but the sweep of Astarion's gaze makes him feel even moreso.
His arms pull just a bit tighter across his chest, as though that will help.]
It was...
[It's not often that words do fail him. He usually has them in abundance, but of course when he would most like to be eloquent, he stumbles. Naturally, that would be the way of it.]
no subject
His arms pull just a bit tighter across his chest, as though that will help.]
It was...
[It's not often that words do fail him. He usually has them in abundance, but of course when he would most like to be eloquent, he stumbles. Naturally, that would be the way of it.]
Enlightening, shall we say. Or seemed so to me.