[Thoroughly chastised, Gale's brown knits, his worry still focused on Astarion.]

I—

[He immediately reconsiders, if only for a second. Astarion presented a very reasonable concern, after all, but one for which there was a relatively easy solution - much easier than being captured by one's vampire kin. He keeps his tone soft by contrast, hoping to defuse the situation.]

I'm all right, Astarion. Certainly light-headed, bruised more than I like, and that might be the end of this shirt, but Shadowheart made sure I'm in one piece. Your safety is what's paramount. It's you they were after.