You blink your eyes open slowly, the moonlight bathing the bed you lay on in a soft blue. You feel hot and sore, everything hurts. The bed you lie on feels too big, too warm, too….empty. You adjust and see Astarion sitting over you on the bed, nervously holding your hand.

he breaths a sigh, not quite one of relief. He kisses your forehead and smiles, wearily

“My love….are…are you…”his face falls softly