[A gift? And quite a gift, at that. Astarion gently inhales in dim surprise as the cool sensation of the tendril twines around his fingertip.]
Oh.
[He pulls his finger back, not out of disgust, but merely curious to feel the odd texture drag against his skin. He's no stranger to... ah, tentacles, of course, but those had been mostly associated with mind flayers, so it's probably a good thing Winter doesn't do much more than this for now.]
it is nice to look at thank you
Oh.
[He pulls his finger back, not out of disgust, but merely curious to feel the odd texture drag against his skin. He's no stranger to... ah, tentacles, of course, but those had been mostly associated with mind flayers, so it's probably a good thing Winter doesn't do much more than this for now.]
All you? Do you feel this, too, then?
[His own touch, he means.]