I wouldn't. They're terribly nosey, the lot of them.
[ It would be more alarming to hear quiet and tenderness from the tent than other things, considering the nature of their relationship and how often he had been the one to poke and tease at their fellow companions; Astarion would expect nothing less from them. Karlach and Wyll might be a little more subdued, that is true enough, but he doesn't imagine for even a moment that Gale and Shadowheart would be willing to bite their tongues.
He'll bite back, of course, in the metaphorical sense. Literal bites are reserved for specific occasions these days.
Astarion does twitch a little at the touch to his hair, concerned, but - well. It's not as if he can fix his hair perfectly himself, with no reflection to help him, and if he asks then he's sure help will be offered. It's another awkward tenderness he didn't expect for himself, but he appreciates it all the same - being seen in a new way, cherished for more than just what he can offer in the quiet of night and the dark of a bedroom.
Pausing, he hesitates for a moment, as if the truth is a little too much to rationalise before he sighs and waves his hand, dropping it down to touch Tav's arm. ]
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[ It would be more alarming to hear quiet and tenderness from the tent than other things, considering the nature of their relationship and how often he had been the one to poke and tease at their fellow companions; Astarion would expect nothing less from them. Karlach and Wyll might be a little more subdued, that is true enough, but he doesn't imagine for even a moment that Gale and Shadowheart would be willing to bite their tongues.
He'll bite back, of course, in the metaphorical sense. Literal bites are reserved for specific occasions these days.
Astarion does twitch a little at the touch to his hair, concerned, but - well. It's not as if he can fix his hair perfectly himself, with no reflection to help him, and if he asks then he's sure help will be offered. It's another awkward tenderness he didn't expect for himself, but he appreciates it all the same - being seen in a new way, cherished for more than just what he can offer in the quiet of night and the dark of a bedroom.
Pausing, he hesitates for a moment, as if the truth is a little too much to rationalise before he sighs and waves his hand, dropping it down to touch Tav's arm. ]
No. Who would?