The fight was over- the battle was won. Not without casualties though... Your clothes are ruined, your hair is a mess; everyone got hurt in one way or another. Even the vampire got wounded.

Your brows furrow in a frown as you kneel down in front of Astarion and wipe at the red stains that cover the back of his hand. With the tip of your tongue sticking out in concentration, the vampire thinks you look kind of cute.

"Easy there, darling-" he quips, "-I'm almost tempted to think you care."