[she takes that kiss easily enough, shifting so that she can kneel on the ground instead, one hand absently tangling into the front of his shirt. when they break away, she hums low, relaxed.]

Astarion told you, huh. Rat. [she says, fondly.

but, more importantly, she pulls him into a hug, tight and warm.]

I can tell the wishmaker whenever, see if they will. But even if we don't do it that way, or it never happens at all - I love you. I like you as you are.