[ Bastien wobbles his head, equivocally. He knows some. He doesn’t know everything. ]
Tell me.
[ He lowers down off his propped arm to lie down, one arm and one leg thrown over Byerly, head tucking into his neck. ]
Did you know what he’d done?
[ Bastien himself only fully realized the extent of it after coming here, to Riftwatch, when he and Fitcher and Athessa and Coupe stumbled onto Rolant again. Bastien saw the humiliating painting he’d had done of Alexandrie. There wasn’t time or opportunity to set it on fire. ]
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Tell me.
[ He lowers down off his propped arm to lie down, one arm and one leg thrown over Byerly, head tucking into his neck. ]
Did you know what he’d done?
[ Bastien himself only fully realized the extent of it after coming here, to Riftwatch, when he and Fitcher and Athessa and Coupe stumbled onto Rolant again. Bastien saw the humiliating painting he’d had done of Alexandrie. There wasn’t time or opportunity to set it on fire. ]