Do you ever just really think about what having Aylin and Isobel in camp must have been like though. Like. Just in general. On a daily basis.
Like can you imagine just having those two around when you're trying to, like, do laundry. Or cook.
Gale: Yeah, I was Mystra's lover for a while, but you know how it is when you're the paramour of an immortal, I wanted to prove myself but that's just not possible when your lover is a goddess, so of course it-- Isobel: Skill issue. Gale: --went very wrong when I--what? Isobel: [popping a grape in her mouth] Skill issue.
Gale: In retrospect, I'm so ashamed. I tried to compete, to prove myself her equal in her own field, instead of-- Isobel, not opening her eyes: Couldn't be me. Gale: Will you STOP
Please do take as a given that in the background this whole time, Aylin and Mizora are just completely beating the absolute shit out of each other for the 17th time since 8am. It's noon.
Isobel, without looking up from her book, delicately moves her drink three inches to the right so that Mizora's flailing wing just barely misses it two seconds later as she is flung bodily into the harbor.
Astarion: Isobel: Astarion: Isobel: Astarion: Not to be gauche, but-- Isobel: Cleric. Healing factor. Astarion: Right, yes, of course.
