"You know, I don't quite know what we'll... well, what I'll do, soon." Astarion muses, keeping his voice softer as to not disrupt the night.

Astarion had turned down ascending. So, be it so, without the tadpole he won't be able to enjoy... well, much of anything anymore.

That's why he asked his love to start seeing him in the night like this. It was something they'd both have to be used to soon, after all.

"I'm going to miss it. The sun. The vision you are when the light hits you oh so perfectly..." He's sat right by the tent flap, one leg perched up. His lover sits criss-cross close by.

He's content. Content, but so very scared.