While the rest of the party is out, Astarion remains to keep watch over their leader, who currently is resting up in their tent. Sick. Scratch gives off a light noise as he rests with his head over their leg. Concerned himself to not see his friend up and about as usual. Even the owlbear cub keeps watch while lying outside the tent, as inside wouldn't be enough space otherwise.

"Shhh shhh..." He hushes gently, putting a finger on their lips to keep them from speaking. "It won't do your voice any good. It's already raspy enough, darling." Astarion takes the cloth from their forehead to dip it into cold water again and wring it out. "You know... I never really saw myself as a caretaker. Not after everything that happened to me anyway..." He begins thoughtful, before placing the cloth back where it was. Careful to not drip any water into their face by accident. His eyes scanning their features as they look at him. "But... I'm surprised to see how little this bothers me... You know?" An amused chuckle coming from the vampire spawn. He honestly expected to be unnerved beyond believe. Yet he clearly wasn't. Astarion catches himself looking at their expression still. Reaching out to brush some strands of hair away. "It's certainly strange..."