[don't haha me?????]

What a tidy way to put it.

[Her hands go to her hair. Fluffing it out the back as she stares at points unknown, weaving between his words for a reasonable explanation.

Well. Laudna's here. As is Astarion, who is definitely-not-a-vampire. What's so far-flung about a certified resurrection?]

I really, truly don't know what to say. [She blinks.] I'm sorry we weren't a match.

[He could very much use that wish, yes. Her eyes hit his and she regrets the glib shit. She sets her hands to his shoulders, keeping his gaze.]

Mostly, I'm just sorry. That's not...it's beyond my imagination. But you didn't deserve it. I can grasp that much.