[ Beleth's voice is unsure as she speaks into the crystal--still entirely unsure if she should talk about this, or if it's just a terrible idea that she should put out of her mind. But the thoughts continue to swirl, continue to well up, and Beleth is afraid that if she doesn't talk to someone, someone she can trust, they'll roll around in her head enough that they'll spill out on her tongue, in front of someone regretful.
Just talking about it will be fine. Just get it out of her head. ]
Zevran...? Are you, ah--available, tonight? If not, that's perfectly fine, I just figures, um. That I'd ask.
[sending crystal]
Just talking about it will be fine. Just get it out of her head. ]
Zevran...? Are you, ah--available, tonight? If not, that's perfectly fine, I just figures, um. That I'd ask.