[More of Gale's memory floods in, filling in the details: the chill of the night air as it gave way to the morning, the chatter of merchants preparing for the morning rush, the flutter of his own heart as he struggled to keep his eyes on the sunrise, preferring to watch Astarion instead.
He might not have meant for that last one to bleed through, but it does all the same, an emotion so strong that Gale struggles to contain it. It pushes against that fear that Gale can feel through his partner, and the wizard attempts to bolster it, to allow it to envelop Astarion and provide him a safe haven from his own thoughts, however temporary.]
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[More of Gale's memory floods in, filling in the details: the chill of the night air as it gave way to the morning, the chatter of merchants preparing for the morning rush, the flutter of his own heart as he struggled to keep his eyes on the sunrise, preferring to watch Astarion instead.
He might not have meant for that last one to bleed through, but it does all the same, an emotion so strong that Gale struggles to contain it. It pushes against that fear that Gale can feel through his partner, and the wizard attempts to bolster it, to allow it to envelop Astarion and provide him a safe haven from his own thoughts, however temporary.]