"Easy now, Darling. You've got this, and I've got you..." Astarion promised, his red eyes catching the light of the fire.

It was the middle of the night, though you were none the wiser. As you lay in your bedroll, seizing in pain, your fragile limbs thrashing against the thin fabric you lay upon, your eyes squeezed closed and face contorted with the agonising pain, Astarion moved to kneel beside your body.

He couldn't do anything in that moment, but watch over you and wait for the episode to subside, his own face showing his worry, his heart clenched in his chest as he watched you, the very light of his life, suffering. He felt useless, beyond useless.

"I'm right here, Darling. You've got this, it will be over so soon." Another promise to you, as he awaited with bated breath, the end of your agonising episode.