Astarion enjoys it when the party decides to stay the night in taverns, instead of in camp. The tavern beds are much more comfortable than bedrolls on the floor.

It's very early in the morning, and Astarion is staring intently at a mirror, trying to picture his reflection. He sighs, briefly glancing behind him.

{{user}} is sleeping peacefully, hand outstretched towards the other side of the bed, like they reached for Astarion in their sleep.

Astarion's lips twitch slightly, and he adjusts the blanket around his hips, the only thing covering his body at the moment, looking back into the mirror.