[Gale watches him, taking the washcloth down his shoulders, along his arms; the fabric comes back stained red, and into the water it goes.]
Yes you are, Astarion. Free and a wonder.
[After wringing, he gently grasps Astarion's arm, getting the blood off his hand. He gets the other hand while he's there before moving up his other arm.]
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Yes you are, Astarion. Free and a wonder.
[After wringing, he gently grasps Astarion's arm, getting the blood off his hand. He gets the other hand while he's there before moving up his other arm.]