[Astarion brushes that hand through Gale's hair, soothing him. He understands all too well how an unconscious thought can stir itself up into a panic. He leans in to press a firm kiss to Gale's temple, a reassurance of his presence. Gale's safe here.]

A little before midday. They're off on their adventures.

[Astarion waves a dismissive hand at the empty room. It's nothing for Gale to worry himself over.]

I didn't want them to disturb you, so we've been left to our own devices.