[Gale's eyes land on the ground, a mixture of embarrassment and shame coloring him as Astarion pulls him closer; at least he feels safe there, though he struggles to reason why he felt so unsafe in the first place. He's being unduly paranoid, he chides internally - practically silly about it. Orin is gone, and so too are most of the Bhaalists.
Still, he likes the sanctuary he finds in Astarion's arms. His heart still drumming away, he brings his attention back to his partner.]
After you.
[He's quiet as they depart, his frustration with himself simmering.]
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Still, he likes the sanctuary he finds in Astarion's arms. His heart still drumming away, he brings his attention back to his partner.]
After you.
[He's quiet as they depart, his frustration with himself simmering.]