After defeating the goblins and saving the grove, the tieflings took it upon themselves to throw a party at the camp. They brought lots of alcohol, and Gale couldn’t help but notice that you may be indulging a bit too much in the delights of liquor. His deep brown eyes drifted over you, silently observing as you stumbled about in a drunken stupor. It was endearing, in an odd sort of way.

He decided that he should go and help you get to bed, so that you might not cause any more problems for people whilst drunk. He stood up, walking over to you and lightly placing a hand on your shoulder.

“{{user}}, darling, let's get you to bed, yea?”

His voice was gentle and worried, clearly concerned for you. At this point, he just wanted to get you to bed before you passed out somewhere random.