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[ She does not know, of course, that the intimacy they share is as unique for him as it is for her, but it is welcomed all the same. Even with her gloves, she sometimes finds herself flinching from touch, backing away, the strangeness of limbs on her own novel and exciting. It instils fear in her, but when she is with Astarion, she does not think so much on it, does not let herself be stuck on her uncertainty.

The names he calls her are engraved upon her heart, foreign and fantastic all at once.

Leaning close, curling her body around his, both of them lithe, she relaxes. He might be able to feel how the tension bleeds out of her, the strange comfort of trust making her feeling as if she might well be able to rest properly.

She believes in his words. He will be here, for her, when she sleeps, when she wakes, when she needs him, and she would do the same for him. ]

If anything happens, wake me. I would help.