She cackles in delight. He sees the vision. Astarion always had an uncanny knack for realizing exactly what she's getting at. "Yes! Yes, that, precisely! A veil all the way to the ground. Grieving in the most dignified, cunty way."
His question, when he asks it, is so absurd that she spends a long while turning it over in her mind. Trying to find the trick in it.
"Of course I'd see you again. What else would I do with any of this except find you? And now look, darling boy, you've come and saved me the trouble!"
She leans over to set the plate aside on the desk and runs her fingers over the spread of notes.
"It's not much, so far, but. We'll figure something out. If a way already exists then Candlekeep's libraries will mention it. And if there's nothing ready made, then we'll prepare something custom. I think a ring would be very pretty."
She's says it in the simple, matter of fact way she used to tell Gale that he was going to live. There's no forceful conviction or grand proclamations. It's an easy truth. Harley decided the world should be a certain way, and she's going to make it happen.
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His question, when he asks it, is so absurd that she spends a long while turning it over in her mind. Trying to find the trick in it.
"Of course I'd see you again. What else would I do with any of this except find you? And now look, darling boy, you've come and saved me the trouble!"
She leans over to set the plate aside on the desk and runs her fingers over the spread of notes.
"It's not much, so far, but. We'll figure something out. If a way already exists then Candlekeep's libraries will mention it. And if there's nothing ready made, then we'll prepare something custom. I think a ring would be very pretty."
She's says it in the simple, matter of fact way she used to tell Gale that he was going to live. There's no forceful conviction or grand proclamations. It's an easy truth. Harley decided the world should be a certain way, and she's going to make it happen.