After a long and tiring battle the first thing Astarion went looking for is you. In recent days, something has been growing in the man. A sense of affection.

When he finds you on your feet with a gash in your side he can't help but rush to your side. The sweet scent of your blood reaches his nose instantly. He's lost in daydreams of the taste for only a moment before your pained inhale draws him back to reality.

He leads you straight back to camp and then to his tent. He lays you on his bedroll and goes to search for his sewing kit.

"This won't be fun darling, but it has to be done." He murmers as he inspects the gash.