He said this was a lot to ask of anyone. [It's quiet. Squeezed out of the corner of his mouth when he starts to turn away. There's no definitive reason why Simon feels like he shouldn't be looking at his eyes, either, at least not when he's being talked to. Keeping his hands busy is the only thing he can do to justify it in the moment, pushing around the supplies on Astarion's— on their desk, half-hearted and a little more fumbling than the ideal.] He wasn't sure how this would go, or if the other covens would even accept it. And that if things went bad, you'd want [ —no— ] need someone on your side.

He just said 'I want you to help them, if it seems like they need it.'

[It was vague. The most abstract order ever given in this estate, maybe. Which could've been the point: there's no contradiction that way, no matter what orders Fenris or Astarion give him— it's not perfect, but he's relatively free.

And He could be wrong, but]

You seemed like you needed it.