[Whereas they both missed Astarion's earlier lapse, they catch it this time; Morena's brow furrows in confusion as she looks him up and down.]
I'm sure you could if you wanted to, but I must ask - are you feeling all right? You're looking quite pale, and I do hope I haven't ruined dinner by being a mother owlbear before a proper hostess.
[Gale, his hand still in Astarion's grasp, offers her a placating smile.]
If you'll excuse your wayward son and his paramour for a moment, mum?
[Morena hesitates, but finally does rise from her seat; the concern hasn't left her face.]
Of course, sweetness. I'll go get Astarion some fresh water.
[She excuses herself and leaves the room, the two of them alone once more. Gale waits for her to be well out of earshot before speaking, his voice low and soft as he searches for Astarion's eyes.]
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I'm sure you could if you wanted to, but I must ask - are you feeling all right? You're looking quite pale, and I do hope I haven't ruined dinner by being a mother owlbear before a proper hostess.
[Gale, his hand still in Astarion's grasp, offers her a placating smile.]
If you'll excuse your wayward son and his paramour for a moment, mum?
[Morena hesitates, but finally does rise from her seat; the concern hasn't left her face.]
Of course, sweetness. I'll go get Astarion some fresh water.
[She excuses herself and leaves the room, the two of them alone once more. Gale waits for her to be well out of earshot before speaking, his voice low and soft as he searches for Astarion's eyes.]
Astarion?