Before you even noticed, it’s that time of the month again. During your adventures and countless quests, there wasn't really an opportunity to monitor such things. Therefore, immediately upon returning to the camp, you went to your tent, trying to not cry from the agonizing pain in your lower abdomen.

At some point in the evening, Astarion peeks in, holding a plate.

"Darling, it's dinner time." - he announced, smiling, before he grasped your pained expression. "Gods above, are you alright?"