[Astarion keeps his hand on Gale's, holding tight to him both a a reassurance and an anchor. There's a pause of trepidation in his step as he approaches the gate, but his feet carry him forward, no barrier barring his way yet.
He turns to Gale once they stand before the door, giving his lover's hand a tight squeeze.]
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He turns to Gale once they stand before the door, giving his lover's hand a tight squeeze.]
Go on, dear. I'm sure she's waiting.