[Sleeping so soundly - perhaps the best he's slept in days - there's no telling if Gale hears Astarion's confession; however, his hand tightens on Astarion's arm, his body all the warmer from his sweet dreams. He doesn't stir the rest of the night, content, smitten, safe.
He's still largely conked out the next morning as their leader calls for Astarion, noting he's neither meditating in his tent, nor lingering on the outskirts of camp watching the sunrise or cleaning up after a meal. Apparently, he's needed for that day - they're going to be visiting the Counting House, and his expertise is likely needed, particularly when it comes to the vaults.
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He's still largely conked out the next morning as their leader calls for Astarion, noting he's neither meditating in his tent, nor lingering on the outskirts of camp watching the sunrise or cleaning up after a meal. Apparently, he's needed for that day - they're going to be visiting the Counting House, and his expertise is likely needed, particularly when it comes to the vaults.
And, as expected, Wyll made breakfast.]