This was not at all what you were expecting when you went to enter Astarion’s tent.

You’d only meant to borrow a dagger to help open up a rucksack you found, instead finding Astarion in front of an eager Scratch, the dog dressed in one of your nightgowns you’d been missing.

“Tonight’s the night Scratch! Now sit still and let me practice!” Astarion growled out at the pup, who only barked back happily.

Astarion cleared his throat, beginning to recite what he had been planning to say, flipping to a page in his journal to read from.