[Oh Astarion is very ready to tear into Mystra and the entire pantheon writ large, but Morena's exit denies him the opportunity to do so. Instead he looks to Gale, his gaze flicking across his lover's expression, his posture, to try to suss out exactly how nervous he is about all of this. After a beat, he extends his hand, offering some reassurance.]

I would say it's going quite well. Your mother is a delight, as promised.

[He spares a glance to the doorway to the kitchen, before dropping his voice lower so he's not overheard.]

What all did you tell her though, dearest? About everything. I don't want us to get caught in a lie.