[Light pulls himself over the edge and rolls supine, lying there a moment to catch his breath. Despite his exhaustion, despite the sand still stinging his nose and eyes and clinging to his skin, part of him feels triumphant. Sure, he'd prefer the object of his heroism to have been someone else besides Astarion, but there's a visceral thrill in overcoming a challenge all the same.]
More of a jumpscare than anything clever. At least the acid had flair.
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More of a jumpscare than anything clever. At least the acid had flair.
[A beat.]
Are you all right?