I think it's more like, you failed to die for another year, hurrah, [ Alistair says, with too much enthusiasm for the hour, probably, but at least no jazz hands. He might have done jazz hands if he weren't lying down and busy shifting around to let Zevran disentangle.
In his wake, Alistair sits up to watch him, stubborn-and-sad-but-mostly-pleasant expression fading to something just plain concerned. ]
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In his wake, Alistair sits up to watch him, stubborn-and-sad-but-mostly-pleasant expression fading to something just plain concerned. ]
Are you upset?