I'm almost surprised you didn't when she took my face. I suppose you wouldn't have known where she'd taken me if you did.

[He can't help himself as Astarion brushes the hair from his face; he leans forward for a kiss, only to be interrupted by their leader, who insists they should clear out for the time being, just in case any remaining cultists kick up a fuss. Wyll, as bloody as Astarion, pipes up, mentioning that there's a room at the Elfsong they can use for their camp in the city.

Gale seems dismayed by this announcement, but keeps it to himself for now. As it is, he's hardly willing to let Astarion go long enough for them to move.]