[People can stare if they want, Astarion doesn't give a damn. He tightens his grip around Gale's waist while trying to keep weight off of his injured leg. They don't have far to go, he can endure the pain for at least that long.]

Have I mentioned before that I love you, dear? Let's get you inside.

[He moves them gently, only somewhat awkwardly into the inn. A quick conversation with the innkeeper and a very challenging set of stairs sees them both into a room with beds, a fireplace, and a basin for washing. Astarion can't help but give it an an appreciative look.]

Well, this is much better than our little outpost by the docks.