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Halsin knew the moment he saw the tiefling eagerly speaking to the Sharran that there was something there. A tiny spark that was ready to bloom into the warmest of fires. Even if he couldn’t fix either of their problems directly, he would do his best to allow this bit of beauty to blossom.
It started with little things. Moments when the pressing matter at hand wasn’t taking the bulk of his attention. Ensuring fresh water, helping prepare meals. Placing a nicer wine near Karlach’s tent so she’d take it to the cleric. Pointing out Astarion’s skill with a needle when Shadowheart bemoaned the poor state of the teddybear.
Little things that started to pay off. Watching when Karlach picked Shadowheart up with a warm laugh and spun her around (much to the cleric’s delighted squeals) should have been enough to dispel the Shadow Curse alone. Thankfully it seemed to be enough to burn the shadow of Shar’s hold from the half elf’s heart.
Later he did what he could to keep the remainder of the party going when the pair were handling tasks through the city, even offering to keep Astarion and Wyll from each others’ throat long enough to give the girls a proper date night alone.
He was only lightly saddened to learn that it would be a love that would be kept between the pair of them but he only had to watch them watch each other to feel warmed again.
In spite of it all they kept picking each other back up and moving forward, bringing out the brightest and the best in one another.