"You all were on that thing??" says Ivetrielle, horrified. "Well done surviving the crash. How... ever you managed that."

"Thank you!"

"We don't know how we did it."

"When I woke up I was in a cage and those devilspawn were discussing what to do with me like I was an animal."

"Just before I was about to become elf purée I instead was floating just a little bit above the ground. Then I finished falling the rest of the way down."

"You hadn't mentioned that."

“… does your tadpole… do telekinesis?? Because unless there was a wizard or something hiding in the bushes, I don’t understand. That’s alarming.”

"Ghaik have many such psychic abilities. It would not surprise me if these parasites could do the same."

“Right. It’d make sense if they saved you so as to also not become purée. But have they shown telekinetic abilities elsewhere? Is the little prisoner in my pack going to screw me with psychic mage hand in a key moment?”

"Hmm. No, they have not yet shown such abilities."

"Well, we could always put it in a Bag of Holding. Even if it tries causing some mayhem it won't have a way to do so."

“Right. Bag of Holding it is, then.” Astarion has one, so he can get to be tadpole jail keeper.

Tadpole goes into evil baby jail.

"Alright, Lae'zel, your turn. Tell us about yourself."

"That is useless. The only way to truly get to know someone is through battle."

“That seems pretty constrained. I think actions are the best way to learn about someone, but fighting specifically is sort of. It’s just one facet in one set of situations, isn’t it?”

"Battles take many forms. A battle for survival is still a battle. A battle against the environment is still a battle. And..." She makes a face as if she's thoughtfully chewing on a particularly sour lemon. "A battle of wits can, I suppose, also be a battle."

"Well! Fair enough, then. I suppose this definition extends to multiple people cooperating towards an overarching goal, as well? As long as it matters."

"And yet I found the very fact that you think this very character-revealing, darling. Note to self: Lae'zel prefers to wrestle to decide who's going to top."

"...how else would you decide it?"

Ivy is so incredibly not engaging with ANY of that, nope, this looks like an excellent time to be busy eating. Conversation? What conversation, she's eating, there's no conversing here when her mouth is full.

Amen.

"And how about our newest druid friend, then? Does the lovely Ivy want to share something about herself with us?"

Damn it. Now she has to engage.

"I kind of feel like I've shared most of the important stuff already, really. You... were all there for it. I think that speaks louder than anything else?"

Don't mind Lae'zel, looking smug over here.