[As Gale walks hand-in-hand with Astarion through the streets, he relaxes, his heart lighter the farther away they get from the former camp and the still-fresh memory of what happened. There's safety in numbers, he considers, the bustle of the midday crowds masking them: no one would conceivably think they were a fallen Chosen and a vampire spawn, two people who were going to help save the world from the Absolute or die trying.

But that's for another day, a day that's coming simultaneously too soon and not soon enough. It's just them for now, individuals who found the world in each other.

As Astarion leads them toward the north side of town, Gale has to admit that while he'd hoped they might find some quiet spot, the graveyard isn't at all where he'd expected to end up. He understands quickly enough though, particularly when he sees why Astarion led them here, his eyes scrutinizing the inscription once it's revealed. Though he's no longer buried there, it's a sobering sight, especially in light of what came afterward.

Gale's gaze is drawn to the flower, recognition warming his heart, cutting a smile across him as he steps up to kneel beside Astarion. As his knee hits the grass, he leans forward to collect the cup-shaped blossom, holding it gently in his palm for inspection.]

Ah, a moonflower, though we call them 'blueshines' in Waterdeep.

[Color dusts along his cheekbones and across his ears as he brushes a finger against the curling petals, his smile softening with a private fondness - one he's not aware isn't so private anymore.]

These are actually quite rare in these parts, but very appropriate for you, if you ask my opinion.