[Zevlor remembers all too well (with a blend of affection and gentle regret) how she seemed so confused by being spoiled with tenderness. He's likely to continue on in that vein, given half a chance, and he has to hope he doesn't overwhelm her. Is that love? Could it be, if allowed to grow?
As predicted, he finds Aylin a little intense. Part of that is just the awareness that she is a paladin in her own right, and he is...not? If his failure in the Shadowlands had broken his Oath at last, he would have surely seen the knight by now. He's not sure what that makes him, and his bewilderment must come through in his conversation with her. Her tone with him isn't that different than the one she took with Shadowheart. An older sibling, one with wisdom to impart and encouragement to offer. He's left rattled, but not really displeased.
Actually he's confused by how positive the reception of him by Ea's companions seems to be. No one has anything personal to say. Astarion is very much Astarion, but his barbs are general, and more witty than cruel. Karlach is, like Aylin, intense, but she's also a tiefling, and he's at home with her.
When Ea returns, he's had some food and drink and dozed briefly, and he no longer shakes when he follows her.] Weavemoss, hm? There used to be a little apothecary I got oil from in Elturel. My scent was apples and myrrh.
[He smiles at her, slow and sweet, when she says she'd like to join him.] I rather thought that was a given, my dear. [His hands come to rest at her waist.] Shall I help undress you?
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As predicted, he finds Aylin a little intense. Part of that is just the awareness that she is a paladin in her own right, and he is...not? If his failure in the Shadowlands had broken his Oath at last, he would have surely seen the knight by now. He's not sure what that makes him, and his bewilderment must come through in his conversation with her. Her tone with him isn't that different than the one she took with Shadowheart. An older sibling, one with wisdom to impart and encouragement to offer. He's left rattled, but not really displeased.
Actually he's confused by how positive the reception of him by Ea's companions seems to be. No one has anything personal to say. Astarion is very much Astarion, but his barbs are general, and more witty than cruel. Karlach is, like Aylin, intense, but she's also a tiefling, and he's at home with her.
When Ea returns, he's had some food and drink and dozed briefly, and he no longer shakes when he follows her.] Weavemoss, hm? There used to be a little apothecary I got oil from in Elturel. My scent was apples and myrrh.
[He smiles at her, slow and sweet, when she says she'd like to join him.] I rather thought that was a given, my dear. [His hands come to rest at her waist.] Shall I help undress you?