A spell heads towards his teammate, and he doesn’t think. Astarion throws himself in front of the magic, his body in agony as he falls to the ground.

When everything clears, Astarion is so small, a child. He’s still a vampire, his fangs poking out of his mouth. “M-my head hurts-” the vampire child mumbles. The vampire looks around at everyone, not recognizing any of them.