Ellie drapes both arms across her middle; she's not sure if she's just fuzzy from drinking too much, tired from Astarion's fingers in her hair, or if she's just burned herself out tonight on the constant socialization with strangers, trying to be polite. Charming.
But it still doesn't make sense to her. Perhaps someday she'll come to understand a bit more about Gwenaëlle, but for now... parts of this are muddled, and she can't guess at her feelings.
"You know there's a middle ground between lying about being besties and fuck you and your friendship, right?"
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Ellie drapes both arms across her middle; she's not sure if she's just fuzzy from drinking too much, tired from Astarion's fingers in her hair, or if she's just burned herself out tonight on the constant socialization with strangers, trying to be polite. Charming.
But it still doesn't make sense to her. Perhaps someday she'll come to understand a bit more about Gwenaëlle, but for now... parts of this are muddled, and she can't guess at her feelings.
"You know there's a middle ground between lying about being besties and fuck you and your friendship, right?"