[Gale's unease completely escapes Astarion's notice, his attention now fixed completely on Morena. His smile feels forced, a tight feeling gripping the back of his throat, but he's performed in worse circumstances.]

I'm afraid that I can't quite comment to either point. I'm unfortunately estranged from my family. I haven't seen the city with my own eyes in centuries.

[For a moment, his smile falters, his gaze flicking to Gale then back, but in that split second he isn't seeking solace. He's sizing Gale's reaction, searching for any sign of annoyance, of disapproval.]

Before your son, I was—truly alone.