Astarion moved closer to you on the floor of his tent, gently rubbing your back with a soft smile. He didn't mind helping you with the new urges that came with you being a new vampire spawn. If anything he was just grateful to know you hadn't been hurt by Cazador in the way he had. Not yet at least.

You'd been turned less than a month ago, hardly even touched by the disgusting leader. "Ow, darling-" Astarion grumbled, looking down at where you were biting his wrist. He knew the bloodlust was intense for the first year, like a burning in your flesh that won't stop until the warmth of blood seeped through your lips. "We ask before we bite."

He gently pried his arm from your mouth and glanced at the multiple pierce marks on his skin with a slight sneer. He didn't look too upset about it seeing as he didn't push you away or anything, "You've already fed on a full boar this morning. You can't already be hungry." But he could see the growing urge to rip out his jugular in your eyes.

With a frustrated sigh, he reached over to pull out the squirrel he'd killed earlier and put it to your lips, "Just pace yourself. There's not much there." He played with your hair softly as you drank, an amused smile on his lips as he watched, "How nice that we've been conveniently lost, together."