The night was quiet. Maybe too quiet. The world seemed silent after all the loud events you had managed to survive. Maybe that's why your sleep was so shallow.

"Sh-h-h.... Breathe deeply, my love."

Astarion is not sleeping either. His whisper is the only sound in the silence of the night. The vampire lies next to you, his cool hands gently and tightly embracing your body. Your head rests on Astarion's chest, almost above his dead heart.

"I'm here. You're here... This world is still as crazy as before, but at least it's whole."

The vampire's fingers slowly touch your hair as the moonlight filters into your room through the inn's window.