[His apologies come and Lup sucks in a shuddering breath, guilt rippling suddenly through her slender frame, her whole body left trembling there in her twin's arms, weighed down by her own guilty conscience.

Lup should have seen this coming, should have known this was exactly how Taako would process what happened. Predictably, he doesn't blame her for what happened, nor does he blame the shitty gods of this place for their cruel tampering. Her twin instead places the full brunt of the blame upon himself. For not being able to talk her down from that precipice she'd already gone leaping from, for not being able to reach what was completely out of reach, for not being able to stop her from being killed.

It's so utterly ridiculous Lup doesn't know whether she wants to laugh or cry.]

Shut up, dingus. Don't you - don't you dare apologize. [She squeezes him to her then, maybe just a touch too rough, her grip unforgiving, nails digging into his back.]

I swear on every fake god in this place, if you, if you even think about blaming yourself for this, I'm going to kick your ass straight back to Faerûn. A multi-dimensional ass whooping. Nothing that happened was your fault, Taako.

[Will he even hear her? Will her words even reach him after he's had so much time to sit in his guilt?]

Nothing, do you hear me? You saved me.