[she's recovering a bit. she's been swamped but i don't know what the effect is yet so that's fine. she sulks when she mentions astarion, and there's a strong emotion of resentment and envy.]
...Everyone blames me. It isn't fair. Why do you all love him so much?
[It's funny, sometimes. Laudna can sulk like a child, but then she'll impart wisdom only immortality and many years can impart. A precocious spirit, to be sure.]
We just don't want you guys fighting. You're loved too. You have to know that by now.
[she feels something like vindictive pleasure at being told she's cuter, but then there's something softer and more genuinely touched at being told she's loved.]
[There's too much of a sour bent to the pleasure to not pique her suspicion, but the gratitude thereafter is sweet. She's still worried mostly, but the warmth bleeds through.]
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...Everyone blames me. It isn't fair. Why do you all love him so much?
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[It's funny, sometimes. Laudna can sulk like a child, but then she'll impart wisdom only immortality and many years can impart. A precocious spirit, to be sure.]
We just don't want you guys fighting. You're loved too. You have to know that by now.
And you're much cuter than he is.
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...Thank you, Camille.
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Don't mention it.
Can you tell me what happened? How is your neck?
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[touching it self-consciously.]
That part doesn't matter. What matters is it was a pageant, and I won.
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[These fucking effects.]
Did you have to fight each other?
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Your neck is...
[She trails off, mortified.]
Do you need help with that?