[ The commune being what it is, it takes Astarion a little while to find an umbrella, but that's the only detour he takes on his way to the gardens, glancing once at the greying sky but otherwise single-minded in following the path.
He's always known their time together to be limited.
Strange, to be confronted with it so suddenly, now. ]
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[ Not even Shadowheart, nor Caroline, nor Louis. ]
Tell me where you are. Let me come to you.
There's no point in spending the rest of the day apart.
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Youβll find me in the gardens beyond the ruins of main lodge. I needed to take the air.
[ Unsurprisingly. ]
And a seat, amongst the flowers. It seems like to rain soon.
[ According to the ache in his knees. Or maybe thatβs just all the scrambling. ]
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He's always known their time together to be limited.
Strange, to be confronted with it so suddenly, now. ]