[Morena beams in return - Astarion does have a nice smile, doesn't he? Making her way to the other side of the table, she sets the roast right in the middle before taking a seat at the head of the table. Tara takes a tall stool with a pillow to Morena's right, a seat high enough to reach the edge - she then summons a few mage hands to help with serving.]

Help yourselves, and don't you let any of it go to waste. You two look like you could use a hearty meal. I don't think I've ever seen you so thin, Gale.

[Gale's lip curls with a hint of embarrassment, as he knows good and well that beneath his robes, he's softer than nearly all their companions and friends they met along the way. He's certainly softer than the picturesque Astarion beside him. He opens his mouth to speak, but in the time it takes him to find his voice, Morena has filled the silence again.]

Do you have family in the Gate, Astarion? Or are you on your lonesome there?