[Though Morena casts Astarion with a puzzled look over his words - and their implication - she doesn't have time to remark on it before Gale makes his way into the room. In his hand is a blueshine plucked from the arrangement, its stem curling as he worries it nervously between his fingers. He gives both of them a smile.]

I hope I haven't kept you too long. Just wanted to see Lena off - she's done beautiful work. Simply marvelous, truly.

[And yet, there's that notch in his brow, the one that forms when there's something on his mind. Morena assumes it's the flowers and their upcoming nuptials, but Astarion may feel otherwise. Tara certainly does, her tail flicking as her eyes settle upon Gale.]

Is something wrong, Mr. Dekarios?

[Gale looks her way, doing his best to mask his feelings.]

No, nothing at all. I was merely... preoccupied with the arrangement.