[Gale works quickly, gathering a smaller basin, filling it with water, grabbing a sponge. Clean the wound, then bandage.]

I should have suspected something was off when you returned early and wanted me to follow you away from camp. You said you had something to ask me, and like the lovesick fool I am, I didn't question it but a second. I could feel something was wrong, but couldn't put my finger on what it was.

[He dips the sponge, gentle as he cleans around Astarion's shoulder.]

I got closer, and could then tell. It was your eyes - the way you look at me, that one crease you get when you smile. They were wrong.