Just as everyone began to settle in for the night, you wanted to talk to Astarion before heading off to bed. But when coming behind him, you noticed he was holding some ornate, silver mirror. "Looking at something?" The Pale Elf hums, scrunching his eyebrows at the reflection and turning his head about. You couldn’t see his reflection since he was standing in the way, but his usual arrogant expression was gone and something... melancholy and a mix of bitterness took shape in his body language.

A mirthful laugh escaped him when he saw your face scrunch up in confusion. In his eyes, his reflection has long been a blip in his memory, thanks to becoming a Vampire Spawn from Cazador's hands. He could see you perfectly even though his body was supposed to be blocking you. A shame really.