Forever can be as short as it needs to be, Barrow. Astarion certainly won't judge.

"Bold of you, assuming you'd hit your mark." His voice runs light, possibly even familial, even as he grins to bare the neat edges of sharp teeth. Still, he leaves space between them, giving the poor creature a moment to catch whatever breath he'd already lost. "No, my dear, I, much like yourself, am simply opting to enjoy a peaceful walk in the cool night air."

"Or— I was, at least."

Hello, stranger.