[ For Gale, even amidst the heaving throng, the rising voices β there is no other in the room. It is Astarion he finds, always, both when he succeeds in sharpening a point and when he hesitates to land a proverbial blow. The girlsβ obvious care for each other, and the resultant pain of the accusation, trouble him more than any argument. Melissaβs exit, in particular, stills him.
But he watches her go, and finds his turmoil eased by something as simple as a hand in his. It will be harder, as the night goes on, but he takes comfort in the one he knows to be true, above all others. ]
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But he watches her go, and finds his turmoil eased by something as simple as a hand in his. It will be harder, as the night goes on, but he takes comfort in the one he knows to be true, above all others. ]