[Gale sighs quietly. He'd love to tell Astarion not to be afraid, or to reassure him that things will be fine, but even his optimism falters when it comes to the desperation of a vampire lord missing the single piece needed to complete a vile ritual. His eyes flick back to the illuminated lines above them, the rudimentary drawing still hanging in the air.]

Hm.

[He gently waves away the illusion.]

Perhaps I should shift my focus on simply keeping you safe for the time being. Or safer until we have more information.