[Gale finally stirs just enough to turn Astarion's way. His hair is a mess, earring snagged in his locks, bags under his eyes from a long night - and yet, he looks happy, his eyes bleary as he reaches up to brush his fingers against Astarion's cheek. He gives the vampire a droopy-eyed, lopsided smile, the look of a man not yet fully awake.]
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Don't get into too much trouble without me.