[There's just the slightest, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of Zevran's mouth when he isn't certain he wants to smile about that particular toast.
It was... he tells himself he had it no worse than most elves, that he in fact had it better, but it has been many years. And to remember what it felt like to live in rags and small bones, to ache, to fear, is entirely unpleasant. He cannot shake that Kate learned more about him than vice-versa, which he dislikes. So far, she hasn't seemed to mistake the incident for understanding his weaknesses, which is a relief.]
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It was... he tells himself he had it no worse than most elves, that he in fact had it better, but it has been many years. And to remember what it felt like to live in rags and small bones, to ache, to fear, is entirely unpleasant. He cannot shake that Kate learned more about him than vice-versa, which he dislikes. So far, she hasn't seemed to mistake the incident for understanding his weaknesses, which is a relief.]
¡Salud!
[Zevran clinks their glasses.]