Astarion raised a hand to rub his ear, his brow slightly furrowed.
Amidst the fierce combat just now, he had fancied hearing a melodious song drifting into his ears. It was a peculiar tune, sounding like a woman singing softly, intertwined with the deep, booming chorus of a male voice—and for some reason, that male voice had vaguely carried Raphael's cadence.
Though it had actually sounded rather nice.
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