[Astarion knows that worried look, the distant gaze of ghosts dogging his thoughts. Of course this spot would hold unpleasant memories for Gale, given how recently the events transpired. He waits until Gale turns his back before a sour scowl twists his features. Orin didn't suffer nearly enough for what she did.
But Gale's words quickly snap him out of his murderous daydreams, his attention drawn to the promise in them.]
You--you had something with you that would let me stay in the sun?
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But Gale's words quickly snap him out of his murderous daydreams, his attention drawn to the promise in them.]
You--you had something with you that would let me stay in the sun?