Astarion doesn't, at first: he just looks at her, taking in the way she looks in this new light, then leans in to kiss her lips delicately.
His fingertips trace over her cheekbone, then into her hair, stroking across her scalp as his other hand runs up and down her side.
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Astarion doesn't, at first: he just looks at her, taking in the way she looks in this new light, then leans in to kiss her lips delicately.
His fingertips trace over her cheekbone, then into her hair, stroking across her scalp as his other hand runs up and down her side.