[Astarion returns the kiss, reaching for the gauze as Gale pulls away.]

I'll take care of myself, dear. Go on. It didn't seem that the pretender had gone through your things when I was there.

[Never mind the pillow he definitely ruined with his dagger, but that's not important right now. He'll busy himself with cleaning the less serious wounds on his arms, mostly just cleaning them up so they'll heal over once he can get his hands on a potion or some healing magic.]