[Things just can't be easy, can they? Thankfully, Astarion's rest is never deep. He rouses immediately as soon as Gale begins to toss and turn, sitting up on the bedroll to get a better look at just what's disturbed the wizard's sleep. The glow of the orb paints the worried lines of his face in stark contrast before his mind catches up enough to realize just what's happening. Immediately he reaches for Gale's shoulders, shaking him, trying to wake him.]
No, no. We are not having this. We are not having any of this! Wake up!
[As he waits to see if Gale will wake up, his eyes cast quickly around the tent looking for something, anything magical. He'd shed all of his own equipment before visiting, but he knows Gale likes to keep various items about just to inspect and ponder over during their downtime.
And, of course, there's always the tome that sits only a short distance away, covered and out of sight.]
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No, no. We are not having this. We are not having any of this! Wake up!
[As he waits to see if Gale will wake up, his eyes cast quickly around the tent looking for something, anything magical. He'd shed all of his own equipment before visiting, but he knows Gale likes to keep various items about just to inspect and ponder over during their downtime.
And, of course, there's always the tome that sits only a short distance away, covered and out of sight.]