[Doing as commanded, Gale meets Astarion's eyes: his own are half-lidded, creased by his smile, deep and heavy with emotion in spite of the torrent of sensation he's experiencing physically. Despite his and Astarion's best attempts, it's been years since Gale's body was put under this particular kind of duress, and he's still clearly adjusting to the discomfort.
But the pain is a part of it, a sensation that helps him feel grounded in his own skin, keeps him focused on the moment rather than on his own anxieties or the heavy thrum of the orb. For a time, the world is just him and Astarion - no greater wants, needs, or ambitions than that.]
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But the pain is a part of it, a sensation that helps him feel grounded in his own skin, keeps him focused on the moment rather than on his own anxieties or the heavy thrum of the orb. For a time, the world is just him and Astarion - no greater wants, needs, or ambitions than that.]