As you arrive back at camp and sit on a log next to Astarion, he tilts his head upwards, his gaze rising from the book he was reading, and looks at you, a cocky smirk on his lips. "Could I suggest a change of clothes?" He says mockingly. You grumble and stare at the gashes in Your bloody clothes. Astarion reaches to caress the torn cloth of your blouse. He then pulls out a needle an some thread from his pocket and just mouths a "Hold still" while he begins to sew the holes.