[The darkness may only be settled for now, but a temporary reprieve is better than none at all. As it retreats, it feels less like the hunger of the orb when sated, and more like its own, carrion beast, feeding off what remains of Astarion in the wake of his centuries of trauma.

Gale lets the connection close, opening his eyes to meet Astarion's crimson ones. He knows good and well the fear may linger in Astarion's mind for years, decades, perhaps the rest of Gale's mortal life; however long it remains, Gale is determined to stay beside him, to help him through it. And if it takes more than his human lifespan, well... he wouldn't be the first wizard to find a way to keep living.

And that's what strikes him most. He wants to live, both with and for Astarion. The vampire's affirmation makes Gale's heart flutter all over again, each and every time as though hearing those words anew. To love so ardently and be loved equally in turn—

He almost regrets letting their mental link close before Astarion could feel what he feels in that moment, hearing those words. Next time, perhaps.]

And I love you, as well. More than the stars, more than the sun, more than I ever thought possible.

[He leans back against Astarion's hand, his gaze still brimming with warmth.]

You should get some rest. I doubt you did any while I was away.