Astarion might come out of it with little more than private judgments, new considerations. Camille comes out stiff as a statue. Her jaw has clenched shut, her eyes are stuck on some distant point. Her arms have taken permanent post around her middle, as if she might obscure the jagged scars he's already seen. Her cheeks flush and her eyes are prickling. There is silence.
And then, low and utterly begrudging:]
Yeah? [A bitter inhale, and then more.] Family tends to be personal.
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Astarion might come out of it with little more than private judgments, new considerations. Camille comes out stiff as a statue. Her jaw has clenched shut, her eyes are stuck on some distant point. Her arms have taken permanent post around her middle, as if she might obscure the jagged scars he's already seen. Her cheeks flush and her eyes are prickling. There is silence.
And then, low and utterly begrudging:]
Yeah? [A bitter inhale, and then more.] Family tends to be personal.