[Even though he's being tended to, though Gale's touch is gentle, there's some unsettled part of Astarion that still feels that it isn't enough. That wants more. He puts his free hand to Gale's knee, just to have contact, to be sure that he's there.]

I suppose I should be grateful that you pay so much attention to such little things like that.

[He pauses, frowning a moment]

But what did you think that I might need to ask you that would draw me away from our merry little band? What would be so important?