audience: astarion

[mygod]

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[mygod]

We're not at liberty to speak on it. Ask them in a letter back.

[ looks around... they're not much of a shopaholic... ]

I understand that you're still mourning. That's fine.

[haematocritical]

That’s about what I figured.

[ the way i just forgot about letters last week. send help. ]

Strange to be mourning for someone you know is likely just out of reach, not fully gone. But it rather sucks all the same.

[mygod]

Loss is loss.

[ no need to talk around it ]

Especially when you were accustomed to her presence even more than others here.

[haematocritical]

Yes, a seven foot tall tiefling does leave a rather large hole behind when she vanishes.

[mygod]

[ the emotions are now judgmental ]

Cope however you want, but I don't care to hear it being treated lightly. You can talk to someone else.

[haematocritical]

[ just glares at him ]

Don't start with me about this, Famine.

[ the emotions are rancid. they're angry, they're bitter, they're every variation of mad and miserable about the whole situation that he's capable of having. ]