[The second shake wakes Gale, who almost immediately folds in on himself. The charm is still intact; the orb is still fed, however temporarily. It won't destabilize on account of hunger.
But there are plenty of other reasons it might. He presses his hand to his chest - the scar is still there, not a maw, not an all-consuming thing devouring the world around him. He needs to calm it; he needs to calm himself.
His awareness flits back, his eyes landing on Astarion. Gods, Astarion. He can't do this in front of him. It was a nightmare. He has to calm down.
Gale takes a breath, trying to think. The glow spills out from beneath his fingers, and he grits his teeth, groaning.]
Box, under the far table. There are- rings inside. A necklace.
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But there are plenty of other reasons it might. He presses his hand to his chest - the scar is still there, not a maw, not an all-consuming thing devouring the world around him. He needs to calm it; he needs to calm himself.
His awareness flits back, his eyes landing on Astarion. Gods, Astarion. He can't do this in front of him. It was a nightmare. He has to calm down.
Gale takes a breath, trying to think. The glow spills out from beneath his fingers, and he grits his teeth, groaning.]
Box, under the far table. There are- rings inside. A necklace.