"A fair enough point, I suppose." She conceded with a sigh, trying her best not to imagine how pleased she would be to hear that Song Spinner was out of Valsheria for good. Why couldn't he be thrown into a time loop...preferably forever.

Lioriley was a fairly tactile woman, but even in situations like this she would not usually be comfortable with a stranger holding her so intimately. Astarion, however, truly did make her feel safe, and she fell into step with her weight leaning into him without fuss; fingers squeezing around his.

"A drow?" She asked; confused. "I am a Lunari. The lines upon my skin are the product of our birth. We are born upon magical places of power and infused with the magics there. Mine was alchemy ⁠— ah. Water magics, hence the color."