[The interruption from couch to bed will be no interruption at all — he’s still being held, and he’s still being granted a kiss. Astarion returns it, of course, taking in the taste and scent of Winter again, before he responds with a nod.]
Of course I will. More room for the both of us.
[To explore, as it were. Astarion shuffles off the couch, letting Winter rise with him.]
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Of course I will. More room for the both of us.
[To explore, as it were. Astarion shuffles off the couch, letting Winter rise with him.]