"Ah yes. Thank you for the advice."

Corvo has done everything he can to pass the time. Being out in the city is good enough for a while, a nice distraction, an almost literal escape, but it's not what he wants. Drinking doesn't help, making the charms doesn't help -

He's in a fucking spiral, but he doesn't take it out on Astarion. He just laughs at himself.

"I suppose I should take up knitting. Crochet. Perhaps fishing."