"My criteria is a matter of timing," she answers, matter of fact.
"If a herd of walkers rose up out of this water and you were too distracted or upset to do anything to save yourself, that would be whining. But that's not the case." She shrugs with her free shoulder.
"We can still be done if you want, but I need you to know it's not because I don't want to hear what's going on in your head."
"...I'd like to keep walking for a while," he says quietly. "I - don't have anything more to say about...that. Though I know you'd be open to hearing it."
"Okay," she agrees after a moment of searching his face. She throws her last rock into the ocean, dusts a few clinging pieces of sand off on her hip, and then reaches up for his hand.
She turns it, kissing the back of it in lieu of something more intimate, and then lets go.
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"If a herd of walkers rose up out of this water and you were too distracted or upset to do anything to save yourself, that would be whining. But that's not the case." She shrugs with her free shoulder.
"We can still be done if you want, but I need you to know it's not because I don't want to hear what's going on in your head."
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"...I'd like to keep walking for a while," he says quietly. "I - don't have anything more to say about...that. Though I know you'd be open to hearing it."
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She turns it, kissing the back of it in lieu of something more intimate, and then lets go.
"And just to be clear, I won at stone skipping."
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Astarion laughs and leans in to kiss her cheek.
"Cheerfully conceded, darling, if only because there are no prizes."
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"I'm glad you're here, Astarion. Let's see what's down the beach."
Fade here?
"I'm glad you're here with me, Rosita," he says solemnly, and takes her hand to continue walking through the shallows.