[Hm, Astarion hasn't stopped to think to long on their companions. But it wasn't just Gale who came for him, who stood next to him while he faced down Cazador. It isn't just Gale who's been here for him along the way. Gods know Karlach has been exceptionally vocal in her support for Astarion in his struggle, as much as Astarion hasn't yet allowed himself to acknowledge it. He lifts his head a little, glancing to the closed flap of his tent, the shadows cast by figures by the firelight. He can faintly hear the sounds of their conversation, not enough to make out words, but enough to intuit the tone of it, the underlying emotion.
He strokes against the skin of Gale's chest, contemplative.]
Would you like to join them, dearest? To cut our pillow talk short?
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He strokes against the skin of Gale's chest, contemplative.]
Would you like to join them, dearest? To cut our pillow talk short?