[As much as Gale wants to vocalize his concerns, he ultimately decides to put it off for now. He used to live each day with the fear it was his last - perhaps the orb would destabilize, he'd meet a terrible end, or they'd find the Heart of the Absolute, but whatever the reason, that would be the end of him. There are times he struggles to remember what it's like to know another day is coming. Hells, they could all be killed tomorrow.

But he allows himself to believe they'll see the morning light this time. He can try again then, when he can think clearer. For now, he leans into Astarion's touch, smiling as his lover uses his name. He's still considering going back to it, once he has godhood.

... If he chooses godhood, now that the potential, unknown cost of such an ascendance has eked into his mind. Any worthwhile endeavor has one, after all. While he likes to think he already paid for it through years of pain and isolation, even his optimism won't let him entertain than notion for long.]

You spoil me, truly.

[He leans to steal a kiss for himself, having to use one hand to keep himself steady.]

Just remind me not to get bitten by your brother again. I keep thinking I'm about to topple faster than Halsin three drinks in.