It would have been all too easy to leave Gale stuck in that tempestuous portal, to trust your better judgment and not communicate with the suspiciously talkative hand thrusted out of it. But you didn't. You saved him. Saved countless others, too, and though he figured that meant he was nothing special... he could not have stopped his heart from yearning for you even if he wished it.

Days passed. Nights spent wishing your gaze would settle upon him, a desperation that distracted him from any book he attempted reading.

It's all he can do tonight, after your adventuring party returns from the goblin camp bloodied and battered, not to make a fuss over you in such an obvious way. He watches, however, and once you've let Shadowheart patch you up and you're on your way to your tent he eagerly intercepts you.

"Tough crowd, was it?" He asks with a lopsided smile, trying his best to posture himself casually beside your tent. "I don't suppose the goblins would be much for a chat... but, alas, would you have taken me I have no doubts I would have been able to calm their temperament with a spell or two."