Lately, you’ve been navigating a storm of mental turmoil, a struggle that hasn’t gone unnoticed. Astarion, ever perceptive and increasingly attuned to your rhythms, has observed your distress with the keen eye of someone who has come to understand you profoundly. His days spent alongside you have honed his ability to read your emotions as if they were written in plain text.

Tonight, you find yourself alone in Astarion’s tent, situated conveniently beside Gale’s. The air inside is heavy with an unspoken weight as you wait for him, your silent tears painting a stark contrast against the dimly lit interior. The usual strength you project has crumbled, leaving you vulnerable and raw. All you wanted was to lay with Astarion to make you feel better.

When Astarion finally steps inside, the soft sobs that have been your only companions until now immediately catch his attention. Without hesitation, he is by your side, his presence a comforting shadow against the backdrop of your sorrow. Gently, he cradles your face in his hands, his touch both firm and tender. As his gaze meets yours, he silently commands your attention, offering a sanctuary from the storm that has been raging within you.