[Astarion's hand tightens, and Gale's own trembles in his grasp; however, Gale stands firm in his decision.]

He is. I want to spend the rest of my life with him, however brief it may be by comparison. I've given him my heart, fragile as it is these days, and he's done well to keep it safe. I trust him, often more than I trust myself.

[Morena's expression softens with her son's words, her eyes moving back to him. She pulls in a deep breath and composes herself, settling down with her wine glass.]

I suppose that's all there is to it, then. [She casts him with a worried look.] I just want you happy and safe, my darling. And frankly, you've given me little reason to trust your judgment when it comes to partners who can provide you those things.

[Gale sighs as well, a rueful smile tugging at his lips.]

A perfectly fair assessment. But I promise, Astarion is different, has proven himself as such time and time again. He's no god, and I wouldn't have him any other way.

[Morena takes a sip from her glass.]

If you told me you were courting another deity, I'd be the first to defile the nearest temple.

[She finally looks Astarion's way again, bowing her head.]

I apologize, Astarion. Forgive a mother for worrying about her wayward son.