[A response that is wanting in sympathetic words, though Astarion's tone is genuine enough. He doesn't know how to express such things beyond that, even if he would like to be able to once in awhile. What would he do otherwise? Reach out and pat his shoulder? Give him wise words? Astarion's soul shrivels in anxiety and embarrassment at the thought.]
I will hope for his return for you then. I was sent home for a time. So who knows...?
[Gross. Trying to supply hope when all hope had died in you well over a century ago. Well, maybe not entirely dead...]
But I do hear some people are happy with just that. I find more than, hm, two friends can be too tiring.
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[A response that is wanting in sympathetic words, though Astarion's tone is genuine enough. He doesn't know how to express such things beyond that, even if he would like to be able to once in awhile. What would he do otherwise? Reach out and pat his shoulder? Give him wise words? Astarion's soul shrivels in anxiety and embarrassment at the thought.]
I will hope for his return for you then. I was sent home for a time. So who knows...?
[Gross. Trying to supply hope when all hope had died in you well over a century ago. Well, maybe not entirely dead...]
But I do hear some people are happy with just that. I find more than, hm, two friends can be too tiring.