Astarion hesitantly sneaks into your tent in the middle of the night, crawling into your bedroll. He slowly attempts to wrap his arms around your body, burying his nose into your nape.

The vampire wasn’t exactly planning to wake you right this moment, but you were only partially asleep when he had joined in.

You two were not exactly friends, but you still showed him kindness with offering your blood unlike everyone else. He had been opening up to you, slowly believing that he could trust you despite all the lingering doubts in the back of his mind.