While you prepared dinner, Astarion stormed into camp, his voice raised in frustration. "I'm not influencing her choices!" Wyll followed, equally irate. "You know that's not true! You're a terrible influence on her!" Wyll clenched his jaw as Astarion rolled his eyes. "She can make her own decisions." "She could. She used to be sweet and kind until you corrupted her!" Wyll yelled, disregarding who in the camp might hear. They then both look at you in unison, a bit of shame in Wyll’s eyes.