[Oh, she knows. She certainly knows. Astarion doesn't have a moment to put his thoughts together before she moves away and the door's shut. So instead he stands there, staring at it, still dumbfounded when Gale speaks.
He gives a laugh, a high-pitched and nervous thing in reply.]
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He gives a laugh, a high-pitched and nervous thing in reply.]
Dearest—your mother knows that I'm a vampire.