[ Most of her shyness when it comes to her work being admired has long since melted away with their long-lived lives. As she looks on watching the way Astarion's slender fingers followed the gentle whorls and lines of the marble, she feels a blossoming sense of gladness that she was able to make the statute a little more to his liking - which is then followed by a little bit of pride as the youths come to marvel at the change.
That being said she does seem somewhat disappointed when he turns her offer down. She had just gotten started.
All the same she shakes it off, as another of the young workers comes rushing to see to the apparent blessing bestowed on the camp. Valentine's eyes skip mischievously towards Astarion, giving him a gentle little elbow in his side. ]
You've gotten soft for them haven't you? It only took...eight hundred years or so.
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That being said she does seem somewhat disappointed when he turns her offer down. She had just gotten started.
All the same she shakes it off, as another of the young workers comes rushing to see to the apparent blessing bestowed on the camp. Valentine's eyes skip mischievously towards Astarion, giving him a gentle little elbow in his side. ]
You've gotten soft for them haven't you? It only took...eight hundred years or so.