[ Ugh. He really doesn't fancy the idea of getting wet, but it wouldn't be the first time he's done something unpalatable for the sake of someone else. Astarion stands, kicking off his boots to protect the leather. He hesitates upon stepping into the river; old habits die hard, and running water has historically not been his friend. Still, he pushes through, wading into the river and suppressing a grimace at the feeling of waterlogged trouser legs, instead smiling coyly. ]
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