[Ah. Oops.] Sorry. [He smooths his hand over the table as if that makes the sound have no longer happened. It's hardly in Jaskier to think twice of such things when he's already got eyes on him most of the time; he can, however, recognize Astarion does not appreciate the same.] I just -- can't imagine.
[He sits back, taking a breath. Yes, yes, it does take a backseat to all the drinking of blood and being unable to eat, but this is. It just feels like an additional bit of curse that offers nothing except to be an annoyance.] Especially with how bloody annoying it would be to dress and do one's hair.
[He's lived almost the entirety of his life without mirrors, but he did have reflections in other things. Glass, water. It was more than having absolutely nothing.]
Oh! Really? I didn't realize you could use magic. I mean. Already. Besides being, ah... [An elf. He recognizes not all elves from other worlds necessarily know magic. He moves on. Obviously Summoned have access to it, but not all even bother. His brows lift, and he relaxes once again.] Some sort of illusion, I imagine?
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[He sits back, taking a breath. Yes, yes, it does take a backseat to all the drinking of blood and being unable to eat, but this is. It just feels like an additional bit of curse that offers nothing except to be an annoyance.] Especially with how bloody annoying it would be to dress and do one's hair.
[He's lived almost the entirety of his life without mirrors, but he did have reflections in other things. Glass, water. It was more than having absolutely nothing.]
Oh! Really? I didn't realize you could use magic. I mean. Already. Besides being, ah... [An elf. He recognizes not all elves from other worlds necessarily know magic. He moves on. Obviously Summoned have access to it, but not all even bother. His brows lift, and he relaxes once again.] Some sort of illusion, I imagine?