I promise, Astarion, I'm fine. Aside from a few new cuts, potential scars, and a throbbing headache, I'm in one piece from what I can tell. A far cry from what she said she'd do to me before rendering me unconscious.

[Discomfort flits across his face as he gets more bandages, wanting to help, should Astarion let him this time.]

And from what she said she'd do to you. Gods, I was- terrified. But you could tell she wasn't me - smell her, I'm sure.