[His hands cup Gale's face, pulling him in for a gentle, lingering kiss. The aftertaste of Gale's potion on his lips isn't pleasant, but for Astarion it's a welcome way to pass the short time until he can taste.]
Will I need to tend to you? Dote upon you after I feed?
[It's teasing, but there's an undercurrent of nerves that cuts through is words. He knows how disappointing this will be for Gale if it fails, how much Gale will blame himself for any failure. Astarion would like to avoid that all entirely, Gale doesn't need any more self-doubt burdening him at the moment. If he could just feed, taste Gale's blood without it poisoning him, then it would bolster them both after the ordeal they've endured today.]
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[His hands cup Gale's face, pulling him in for a gentle, lingering kiss. The aftertaste of Gale's potion on his lips isn't pleasant, but for Astarion it's a welcome way to pass the short time until he can taste.]
Will I need to tend to you? Dote upon you after I feed?
[It's teasing, but there's an undercurrent of nerves that cuts through is words. He knows how disappointing this will be for Gale if it fails, how much Gale will blame himself for any failure. Astarion would like to avoid that all entirely, Gale doesn't need any more self-doubt burdening him at the moment. If he could just feed, taste Gale's blood without it poisoning him, then it would bolster them both after the ordeal they've endured today.]