[He gives Astarion's cheek a quick peck before he conjures two pillows, something for them to sit on and keep comfy while watching the sunrise. Astarion might love him for who he is, magic or not, but that doesn't mean he won't use it to their advantage whenever possible.
Gale settles on one pillow, facing where the light is starting to crawl upon the eastern horizon; with a few trees and hills to mark the distance from the city, it seems like it will be a good view.]
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[He gives Astarion's cheek a quick peck before he conjures two pillows, something for them to sit on and keep comfy while watching the sunrise. Astarion might love him for who he is, magic or not, but that doesn't mean he won't use it to their advantage whenever possible.
Gale settles on one pillow, facing where the light is starting to crawl upon the eastern horizon; with a few trees and hills to mark the distance from the city, it seems like it will be a good view.]