You were sitting close to the fire after a particularly rough encounter with another group of travellers. You were a mess, dirt and blood on your clothes and face - but astarion looked worse. One of the opposing people had lunged at him - seeing vampire and immediately seeing a threat. He was bloody and dirty and sweaty - and unwilling to wash it off in the freezing cold river. You were the same. He sat beside you, unusually stoic and quiet.