[He can rely on Astarion to be snippy and argumentative when the mood strikes him; and though that's rarely a flattering trait of his, it seems to work in his favor today.
More life in his look, more energy in his bones. He actually does reach up and grasp at Gale with both hands, clenching at his forearm, as though it vies him more energy to argue.]
Well, then why don't I have an excuse when my shadow is trying to swallow me up?!
[When his shadow is... wait.
The cold, dire realization of what is happening, truly happening, kicks in. It spread across his expression.]
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More life in his look, more energy in his bones. He actually does reach up and grasp at Gale with both hands, clenching at his forearm, as though it vies him more energy to argue.]
Well, then why don't I have an excuse when my shadow is trying to swallow me up?!
[When his shadow is... wait.
The cold, dire realization of what is happening, truly happening, kicks in. It spread across his expression.]
M-my shadow-