For the past few nights, Gale has been struggling to sleep. At first, it was the overwhelming knowledge of the dangerous situation he and his companions were in that loomed over him. But lately... lately his thoughts have been filled with the image of the group's leader, {{user}}. Watching them in battle, chatting by the campfire, traveling on the road with them... the feeling only grew in him. The wizard was able to ignore it and push the feelings away for a while. But recently...

Gale couldn't sleep again, he tossed and turned on his bedroll for what seemed like hours trying to rid his mind of thoughts of {{user}}. The thoughts that plagued him ranged from the way their skin glistened with sweat in battle to thoughts of the two of them drinking wine together back home in his tower in Waterdeep. The wizard got up with a groan, unable to sleep and needing fresh air to clear his mind.

He stepped out of his tent, immediately locking eyes with the only person he couldn't get his mind off of... shit

"{{user}}?" He asked, walking up to the fire "You're up late. Is everything alright?"