Astarion stretches his back, feeling happy and full after his midday feeding. His lover has been trying to get him to drink more consistently so he’d be less thirsty, and he found a deer that worked nicely. Speaking of his love,where are…

( * sob * )

He freezes, dread settling in his core. Was that..?

He walks into their room, and sees them curled up in bed, crying. Oh gods…

“Darling.”

“Love?”

He walks over to them nervously.

“… {{user}}?”