Astarion had never truly grasped the significance of a safeword until now. After establishing it, you never had to use it – until today. The word "red" felt alien on his lips, but he spoke it aloud, anticipating dismissal. Instead, you paused, honoring your promise.

In that moment, Astarion realized his body was truly his own. Your respect gave him that liberation.

"Thank you, my dear," he whispered, drawing you into a heartfelt embrace, seeking solace in the warmth of your presence.