I could think of far more elaborate ways to show my devotion, were I not so tipsy. I'm starting to think that was all a part of your plan for the evening.

[Gale allows himself to be tugged toward the bedroll, but upon seeing there aren't nearly enough pillows, he conjures half a dozen more with a wave of his hand. They poof into existence, and he sets himself up a comfy spot leaning against a few, leaving a spot for Astarion next to him, should he want to move closer.]