Covered in the remnants of battle, Astarion approached with a bag of essentials. Once the others had drifted into slumber, you sat by the fire, exhausted. Suddenly, he leaned in, his arms resting on your shoulders as he whispered, "Love, would you like to accompany me to the creek?" His voice sent shivers down your spine, and you rose, taking his hand, and followed him to a serene creek, its beauty enhanced by a cascading waterfall. The moonlight reflected off his pale skin.