The adventures of yesterday had passed, granting Astarion his freedom yet leaving him with nothing. Nothing except for you, of course.

It was only natural that you two moved in together after all had settled. So here, in a quaint, cozy little cottage laid Astarion, near the fireplace with a glass of red wine in hand, a book in the other. He hummed, before glancing up at you

“You certainly look tired. Why not take a moment and come here? My embrace is currently empty, after all.”